Dimensional Descent

To not care, to be carefree. He wanted it, but his mind wouldn't seem to allow him that sort of peace. It was all too easy for many to focus on the next step forward, to chase that next goal, to aspire toward something larger than themselves, but they rarely thought about what it meant to sit at that height.

If you really did have the power to wave a hand and make everything you want come true, to force it into being, would it all even be worth it?

'What a uselessly human thought,' Leonel thought, still laughing to himself.

He was laughing because he could already see himself taking it for granted, as though he would definitely reach that height, as though he would be proposed with this question one, inevitable day... and when that time came, what choice would he make?

The question was too complicated, too marred by his own biases, and maybe if not for the level of thought he had achieved, he might not have even considered the question in the first place.

'I really hate you demons,' Leonel thought to himself, shaking his head.

Demons had almost killed him more times than he cared to admit. A demon had eaten him alive. Demons were infiltrating his Morales family. A Demon was supposedly his grandmother, toying with his life since even before the day he was born.

If this was a novel, he'd feel that the author was far too on the nose with his motifs and literary themes. What a condescending wackjob.

His life truly looked as though it was the greatest joke. How many existential crises was he going to have?

these questions, and it wasn't because he knew

by without trying to see his father again, he couldn't allow that silly girl who never listened to

he found out that their worth really had plummeted just by virtue of his actions... he was

the first time, just thinking these thoughts, Leonel felt

to lose, so much so that even if it required crossing

was something wrong with James. James himself had tried to bring it up earlier in the day, and

chose not to because he didn't want to face the decision of what to do himself. He didn't want to be split between his

to tell him about his plight. Even up until this day, he still didn't know exactly what sort of issues

it? Was it because he hated to lose that

was deeper than

side, and he wanted victory. He was insatiable and there probably wasn't anyone who could

woman out over 500 times? Even if you felt that she might be interested in you, wouldn't it be obvious after the first handful of times that she had worries and troubles that went beyond

they had even begun to cheer him on, looking forward to the day that he would finally receive his answer. He had manipulated them for his own goals much like he

had had, because all that mattered to him was her saying yes. He didn't care about what might have

was something that was constant. It was

chase a woman who hadn't even given him an affirmative yes yet. Their lives