Fate Rewritten

Ramses stood on his balcony, staring out over the unmoving city. The streets were empty, the lights of countless apartments glowing softly in the distance. It should have been unsettling—this lifeless, silent world—but for the first time, it wasn't.

Something inside him had changed.

He had spent weeks—months—wrestling with his isolation. At first, it had been thrilling, then terrifying, then unbearably lonely. He had screamed into the void, pleaded for someone, anyone, to wake up. He had walked through the streets, staring into frozen faces, longing for a response.

But now? Now, he simply existed in it.

The letters he had burned the night before still lingered in his mind, but not as burdens. They were ghosts finally laid to rest, wounds that no longer ached the way they once did. He had let go of the past, but the question remained—what next?

Was he meant to wait?

Would the world ever return to normal?

Did he even want it to?

Embracing the Silence

He spent the day moving through the city, walking streets he had once seen as graveyards but now viewed with a quiet appreciation.

The empty café where he used to study, always filled with chattering students and the scent of coffee. He stepped behind the counter, brewed himself a cup, and sat at a table by the window, enjoying the warmth of the drink in his hands.

The bookstore he had always rushed through, never taking the time to wander. Now, he spent hours there, flipping through pages, absorbing knowledge, letting words transport him to places far beyond this frozen moment.

The park, where joggers and dog walkers had once moved in a steady rhythm of life. He lay on a bench, staring at the sky, feeling the weight of existence pressing down on him—not in a crushing way, but in a grounding one.

Solitude had once felt suffocating. Now, it felt... peaceful.

He wasn't just surviving it anymore. He was living in it.

The Fear of Being Alone

That night, as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, an old fear crept in.

What if the world never comes back?

What if I'm truly alone forever?

It was a terrifying thought, one that had consumed him before. But this time, he didn't push it away. He sat with it, let it linger.

And then he asked himself something he never had before.

Why is being alone so scary?

The answer came slowly, but when it did, it was painfully clear.

Because loneliness had always meant abandonment.

Because, to him, being alone had meant being forgotten, unseen, unloved.

But that wasn't true, was it?

He hadn't been abandoned. The world was simply frozen.

He hadn't been forgotten. No one had chosen to leave him behind.

And most importantly—being alone didn't mean he wasn't worthy of love.

He had spent so long trying to fill the silence with distractions, with memories, with longing. But what if, instead of fighting it, he simply let himself be in it?

What if solitude wasn't a prison, but a gift?

Finding Comfort in Himself

Over the next few days, Ramses did something he had never done before—he embraced the solitude fully.

He spoke to himself out loud, not in desperation, but in conversation. He laughed at his own jokes. He read poetry aloud, letting the words echo in the empty air.

He danced—wildly, carelessly—through the streets, playing music on a speaker and letting his body move, not for anyone else, but for himself.

He cooked elaborate meals, plating them beautifully, savoring each bite. He sat down at his table, alone, but not lonely.

He wrote in his journal, not just about his past struggles, but about his dreams, his ideas, the things he wanted to create.

He didn't need anyone else to witness his life for it to be meaningful.

His existence was enough.

And for the first time, solitude felt like freedom.

The Weight of Choice

One night, as he sat on the rooftop of his apartment, looking out over the frozen world, a thought entered his mind.

If the world returns… will I be ready?

For so long, he had waited for time to start moving again. But now, he wasn't sure.

Because when the world came back, things would return to the way they were. Expectations. Social obligations. The noise of life.

Would he lose this newfound clarity? Would he fall back into old patterns?

He realized something then.

The world didn't have to change for him to be at peace.

He was the one who had changed.

And no matter what happened next, he wouldn't go back to who he was before.

Solitude had once been his greatest fear.

Now, it was his greatest strength.

And for the first time, he wasn't afraid of being alone.

He was whole—with or without the world.