[ WP ] You have the ability to stop time , but you ca n't move when you activate your ability . In short , time moves when you do .

`` I need time to think.'' I almost laugh when I hear Jessica say that, even though I knew it was coming and it broke my heart. We'd been on the rocks for weeks ( years ) and I think I was wearing her down. 
 
 Most people do n't like spending too much time around me, always feeling off a beat gets tiring. I ca n't help it, I was born this way and I think I'd change if I could. 
 
 In my teenage years, I started calling this ability `` perfect life''. Essentially, I ca n't make a wrong decision. Every time I have a choice of any real importance, everything stops. I'm there, stuck in time until I've figured out what the perfect answer to each situation is. 
 
 This one was n't even worth stopping, I'd already decided to end it with Jessica as each argument with her was starting to cause hours of off-time for me. The whole break-up flowed without a single stop. It was almost enough to make me sad, finally having a real conversation for the first time in weeks. 
 
 Truthfully, my life would be easier if I just lived alone somewhere without any distractions but living for these people moments keeps me in a busy city. Seeing the uncomfortable frown start appearing without interruption, the unfrozen tear drops gliding out of eyes that are beginning to turn red. 
 
 Another fifteen minutes go by for the real world, around forty for myself, and we're both ready to leave. Stopping briefly as I was forced to work out the exact amount I should tip, I wondered if tonight might be any different. I wondered if when I went home I would be able to go to sleep, without freezing the universe as some unseen force decided it was more important to shower first tonight. 
 
 Making my way home through the winding path time forced me to tread so that it could continue unabated, the sounds of the city filled me with the different thrills they belied. A siren mean action, people living moment to moment. An argument from the open window of an apartment, someone being unfaithful to their promised lover. People making mistakes that cost themselves and the people around them everything. I envy them. 
 
 The slow walk up the stairs to my front door filled me with a strange hope. Today had been a good day, I had maybe only added seventeen hours or so with deliberation. Maybe tonight would be different, destiny's control slipping slightly. 
 
 I was able to crawl into bed without hinderance and taking a deep, forceful breath, I took the gun from my bedside table and aimed it and my head. 
 
 Everything froze, and the trigger remained unpulled, as it had so many nights before. 
 
 *That's still not the option, huh? *
