Ghost in the Wire: Choices
The door knocked.
He opened it.
A voice met him—cold, final:
“I’m here to tell you goodbye. This is the end.”
And just like that… he vanished.
No sound.
No scream.
Just silence.
A ghost, broken.
What they did—the devil turtle and the many-faced snake—cut deeper than time could ever heal. They turned on him, betrayed him, stripped him of everything: his name, his legacy, his place in the world.
He stood there—hollow.
No feeling.
Eyes like empty skies.
Nothing left to give.
Nothing left to say.
Only pain. The kind that hides in silence.
And no one ever asked.
Another one—someone he trusted—left him too. Not a word, not a glance, not even, “Are you okay?”
He wasn’t.
He had lived his life being chosen—for what he could offer. Never for who he was. No one chose him for him. Only for what he could build, what he could carry, what he could fix.
So something in him changed.
He grew colder. Sharper. Uglier—not in appearance, but in soul.
His eyes no longer reflected hope.
Only the exhaustion of someone forgotten.
And so, the Ghost in the Wire truly became what they called him—
not just in the circuits and cables,
but in the halls of his life.
He moved alone.
Thought alone.
Fought devils no one could see—
and fought himself not to disappear completely.
But in the end, he did.
He lost himself.
And there is no path back.
Now he understands—
the weight of life, the poison of betrayal, the cruelty of choices.
And he forgives them all. Even if they never looked back.
Even if they never said sorry.
But in the deepest chamber of his heart, where hope once lived, one truth still flickers:
He never wanted power.
He never wanted praise.
He just wanted to be chosen—for once—
not for what he gives,
but for who he is.
And now…
He chooses.
His choice is quiet but clear.
He no longer waits to be seen.
He no longer begs to be chosen.
Because now, he chooses where to stand… and where to disappear.
Where would you choose—when the world never chose you?