Metamorphosize

A man stands on the edge of a clif. Staring in woa at his permeable surroundings as this place, quiet and free of interruptions, is where he sits on the preficise of the greatest decision he faces. Cold and misty are the rivers below; a dark shade fills the air as the trees make a bed of protection around him. Barefooted as his feet touch a cool marble stone sprinkled with freshly fallen rain. The perfect place in fact to cogitate on the past events before him.
We all can be shitty people and Johnathan, a sad man with no prospects and no friends, will have to learn the hard way that we cannot control the world around us, only ourselves.