Once the throne cracked it walked on a plane it didn’t know. The first time it arrived the intention was different, now this was meant to be the same as always. So it chose to adjust. It told itself who it was, and he became what he wanted. Despite what he was told time and time again. He chose to be happy, he chose to love what he fought for. Once the love faltered and dispersed he realized the true effect of what he’d done. What he’d walked away from. He saw himself apart from the rest. He saw who he was and what he did before he decided it was wrong. It filled him with bitter regret, and there it rested and boiled over. Months wore on. Years. Until the point where he stood now, he found himself trying to distract, meeting those he found home in, walking away from those he couldn’t. In remorse to the life he held he tried all he could to repair those he never broke, in turn his mind twisted back and forth with guilt.