1 First story: To my beautiful angel-ed devil,

A person's day to day life is made of choices. Be it small or big, hard or easy ones. Only you know what it feels like at that moment since, you might be feeling suffocated or pressed in a tight spot and the only thing you could hear from your loved ones is that, 'That's just life, roll with it'.

'It's how you become stronger'

'Experienced'

'Resilient'

Being alive..., Is that even your fault?. Did you ever sit down and wish to be born and experience all that shit in the first place?. So, then why should you suffer?.

From a child of one second old to people of all ages, no matter the gender or ideologies, we all go through that point where you have to choose between two equally important things to you. Whichever they are.

Have you ever felt that pressure? That desperation of praying and hoping for a way out, a cheat chance to see the outcomes for each choice, Some excuse, clue, sign, light... anything. Just anything!.

Some says that you need to think deep and hard to come up with the best decision. They call it critical thinking and I call that bullshit because sometimes, time is never in the equation nor prior information to the parameters.

But, you still have to choose. Fast.

Some situations simply felt as 'You are on your own. Do it and you are doomed. Leave it and you're still doomed'.

From his perspective, he didn't see a choice in front of him. All the evidence suggested that he was the one. But, all he was at fault in his heart was being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yes, he pledged guilty.

They sentenced a life in prison. He was only barely twenty.

He didn't feel wronged to be known as a murderer, he just wanted to have his peace of mind. He wanted to be at a place where there was no expectations, no comparison, no pretense. Some place where freedom has a meaning.

His family didn't even ask nor cared if it were true or not. They were repulsed, felt betrayed, disgusted, ashamed... He didn't see hurt nor sadness on anybody's face while in the trial.

There was no one who came to his trials anyway.

He should put up a fight?.

Justice never lies?.

Karma is a living bitch?.

None of that mattered when he saw them embracing and siding with the killer and finger pointed at him viciously. Like they knew what was coming from years before.

He chose to be a bad guy he always seems to be in their eyes but, he was started to regret his choice the moment he met his cellmate. He was screwed.

He knew him.

The whole world heard about him if not read in the media or somewhere about him. He was cold blooded legendary. The definition of a psychopath. Vion Cerelez.

And the heart attacking fact was that whoever was assigning cells thought it was best for someone like a first time murderer to live with the legend in one cell.

A cold blooded psychopath!.

Someone who explicitly explained how he dismembered a living boy to pieces and enjoyed every second of it.

"Hi!" He had to greet the legend who didn't even bother to acknowledge his presence in the room, "My name is Devine".