It happened far too quickly. Without realizing, the inevitable had taken him down before he could react or even make a sound. Again, he thought. Again, he failed.
For months he moved forward without thought or emotion. His decisions, his statements, and even his commands done as if he was on autopilot. There was nothing to do but do as instructed and expected. Life had become doing the standard and making those around him content. That was all that mattered now. To him, there was no existence of him, all that mattered was that the world moved on.
How did it come to this? Where there was nothing to do but to do the expected? A decision he had fallen to on default. Nothing he had planned or even told himself. It just happened that way. It felt natural to him. Perhaps a means to protect his heart and its inability to keep from being weak to those he gave it to. Perhaps a fear of failing those he loved or doing something he might regret or worse. Or maybe he had just given up all hope.
Tyleril Silversword 