The Gravity of Choice
By: Alexander Frick
The Gravity of Choice is about a man that end up getting a superpower of telekinesis and figures out how to use the powers.
Chapter 1
The day Ian Carter’s life changed forever was unremarkable, at least at first. He woke up late, cursed the blinking alarm clock that had failed him for the third time that week, and dragged himself to his job at Parkwood Metalworks. Ian was a welder, good with his hands but not much else, or so he often thought. His life was a monotonous cycle of work, bills, and takeout dinners eaten in front of an aging TV.
That morning, a freak accident broke the routine. A shipment of faulty equipment arrived, and as Ian worked to repair a damaged hydraulic press, a sudden malfunction sent a massive steel beam plunging toward him. He froze. Time seemed to slow as death rushed toward him—but it never arrived. Instead, the beam stopped, hovering inches from his chest.
The workshop erupted in chaos as coworkers rushed over. Ian didn’t understand what had happened. It wasn’t until he glanced down at his hands, trembling and strangely warm, that he realized the truth: he had stopped the beam.
Chapter 2
Ian’s coworkers swarmed around him, their voices blending into a chaotic buzz.
“Are you okay?”
“What just happened?”
“Did you see that?!”
Ian nodded, numbly, though he barely registered their words. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming fast and shallow. When the foreman, Dave, arrived on the scene, Ian scrambled for an explanation.
“The, uh… safety latch kicked in,” Ian stammered. “Must’ve been an automatic failsafe.”
Dave eyed the beam, still hanging midair. “Failsafe? Carter, the press hasn’t been working all week. That thing should’ve crushed you.”
Ian forced a weak smile, feeling every eye in the room on him. “Guess I got lucky.”
No one was convinced, but Dave waved them back to their stations with a gruff order. Ian excused himself, his hands still tingling, and locked himself in the restroom.
Staring into the mirror, he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He flexed his fingers, half-expecting something to spark or glow, but they looked normal. Then he remembered the sensation—the heat radiating through his palms, the magnetic pull in his chest. The beam hadn’t stopped on its own. He had done it.
That night, Ian couldn’t sleep. He replayed the moment over and over, trying to find another explanation, but there wasn’t one. By morning, curiosity had overtaken fear. He needed answers.
Chapter 3
Ian spent the next few days testing himself in secret. In the privacy of his apartment, he experimented with small objects—a pen, a coffee mug, the heavy toolbox he kept under the sink. With a single thought, he could lift them into the air, no strings, no effort.
It wasn’t just lifting. Ian discovered he could pull objects toward him, push them away, even bend them slightly, as though they were made of soft clay. The more he practiced, the easier it became.
But the power didn’t come without cost. By the third day, Ian felt the weight. His body ached, especially his arms and chest, as though he’d been hauling heavy equipment nonstop. Worse, every time he used his abilities, his mind buzzed with static—a pressure behind his eyes that grew sharper with each effort.
One night, after levitating a chair for too long, Ian collapsed onto his couch, gasping for air. His nose was bleeding.
“What the hell is happening to me?” he whispered.
Chapter 4
The answer came unexpectedly.
Ian was walking home from work late one evening when a scream cut through the quiet. He froze, every muscle in his body tensing. The sound came from an alley just ahead.
He should’ve kept walking. People got mugged in Parkwood all the time, and Ian had learned not to get involved. But something inside him wouldn’t let him leave. His legs moved on their own, and he rounded the corner to find a man pinning a young woman against the wall.
“Let her go!” Ian shouted, his voice shaking.
The attacker turned, brandishing a knife. “Walk away, buddy. This ain’t your business.”
Ian’s heart thundered, but his instincts took over. Without thinking, he reached out—and the knife flew from the man’s hand, clattering against the pavement. Both the attacker and the woman stared, stunned.
“What the—” the man began, but Ian didn’t give him a chance to finish. He thrust his hand forward, and an invisible force slammed the man into the wall, hard enough to knock him unconscious.
The woman ran without saying a word. Ian didn’t blame her.
Shaking, he stared down at his hands. The power that had felt so small in his apartment was terrifying in the real world. He’d used it to hurt someone, even if they deserved it.
Ian left the alley quickly, his thoughts racing. He had saved someone, but at what cost? The memory of the attacker’s lifeless slump haunted him, but could Ian trust himself not to go too far next time?
Chapter 5
For days after the incident in the alley, Ian couldn’t shake the memory of the man slumping to the ground. He hadn’t killed him—he’d checked before fleeing the scene—but the force of the impact haunted him. The sheer power behind what he’d done was staggering, and it scared him more than he wanted to admit.
His powers weren’t just a strange anomaly anymore. They were dangerous.
Ian tried to avoid using them after that, even in small, harmless ways. At work, he pretended not to notice when Dave asked him to lift a crate too heavy for one person. In his apartment, the practice sessions stopped. He buried himself in routine, convincing himself he could just go back to normal.
But normal didn’t last.
It was a rainy Tuesday night when Ian’s fragile illusion of control broke again. He was standing in line at the local corner store, clutching a six-pack of cheap beer, when the door slammed open. A man in a ski mask burst inside, waving a gun.
“Everyone down!” the man shouted, his voice hoarse with panic. “Hands where I can see them!”
The customers scattered. Ian hit the floor along with everyone else, heart racing. He watched as the man stormed up to the cashier, shoving a backpack across the counter.
“Fill it!” the gunman barked. “Money! Now!”
The cashier, a young guy Ian had seen a hundred times but never spoken to, fumbled with the register. His hands shook so badly he could barely open the drawer.
Ian’s thoughts churned. He could stop this. He knew he could. But the last time he’d intervened, things had gone wrong. What if he miscalculated? What if someone got hurt?
The cashier dropped a handful of bills, and the gunman cursed, raising the weapon.
Ian’s body moved before his mind made the decision. He thrust his hand forward, and the gun flew from the man’s grip, skidding across the floor.
The gunman spun around, eyes wide. “What the—?”
Ian stood, fists clenched. “Leave,” he said, his voice low.
The man didn’t listen. Instead, he lunged for the gun. Ian reacted instinctively, pushing out with both hands. A wave of invisible force slammed into the man, throwing him backward into the shelves. Bottles shattered, cans clattered to the floor, and the man lay groaning in the wreckage.
The store was silent. Ian could feel every set of eyes on him—the cashier, the customers, even the security camera mounted in the corner. His chest heaved, his vision blurred, and that familiar buzzing pressure returned to his head.
Without waiting for questions, Ian grabbed his beer, dropped a crumpled twenty on the counter, and walked out into the rain.
Chapter 6
Ian didn’t go home right away. Instead, he wandered the streets, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He’d done the right thing—hadn’t he? He’d stopped a robbery, saved people from harm. But the fear on their faces wouldn’t leave him.
He ducked into a quiet alley and sat on the wet concrete, staring at his hands.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” he muttered.
He didn’t expect an answer, but one came.
“You could start by controlling it better,” a voice said.
Ian jumped to his feet, spinning around. A woman stepped out of the shadows, her face partially obscured by the brim of a baseball cap. She was tall, with sharp features and an air of quiet confidence.
“Who the hell are you?” Ian demanded.
“Someone who’s been watching you,” she said. “You’re not exactly subtle.”
Ian bristled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The woman smirked. “Sure you don’t. The knife in the alley. The beam at your worksite. The store just now. You’re lucky you haven’t gone viral yet.”
Ian’s blood ran cold. “How do you know all that?”
“I make it my business to know about people like you,” she said. “Call it… professional curiosity.”
Ian’s fists clenched. “Stay away from me.”
The woman raised her hands in mock surrender. “Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, I can help you.”
“Help me with what?”
She tilted her head. “With figuring out what the hell you’re supposed to do with your powers. Because, let’s face it, you’re drowning.”
Ian hesitated, her words striking a nerve.
“I’m Sarah,” she said, extending a hand. “You don’t have to trust me, but you might want to hear me out.”
Ian didn’t take her hand. But he didn’t walk away, either.
Chapter 7
Ian eyed Sarah warily, every instinct telling him to walk away. But her words had struck a nerve. She wasn’t wrong—he was drowning, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep his head above water.
“Fine,” he said at last. “I’ll hear you out. But no funny business.”
Sarah smirked. “Relax. I’m not here to blackmail you or turn you into some kind of lab experiment. You’re not the only one with… unusual abilities.”
Her words caught him off guard. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say I’ve seen others like you,” she said. “People who didn’t ask for the powers they got and had no clue how to handle them. Some figured it out. Some didn’t.”
“And you’re one of these people?” Ian asked.
“Not exactly,” Sarah admitted. “I don’t have powers, but I know how to help people who do. I’ve spent years tracking and studying cases like yours. You’re not as unique as you think.”
Ian wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted. “So what? You just… collect powered people like baseball cards?”
“Not quite,” Sarah said. “I help them get control. Train them, guide them, make sure they don’t spiral out of control or become a danger to themselves—or everyone else.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Ian thought of the man in the alley, the gunman in the store, and the growing fear he’d felt every time he used his abilities.
“And what do you get out of it?” he asked.
“Peace of mind,” Sarah said simply. “You might be a good person now, but I’ve seen what happens when people like you lose control. Let’s just say I’d rather not take that risk.”
Ian wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. He’d felt the danger within himself, the raw, unchecked power he didn’t fully understand.
“How does this work?” he asked.
Sarah smiled, as though she’d been waiting for the question. “First, you meet my team. They’ll help assess what you’re capable of. Then we’ll see what kind of training you need.”
“Team?” Ian said, raising an eyebrow.
“Relax, it’s small. No spandex or secret lairs,” she said with a smirk. “We’re just regular people trying to make sure the world doesn’t fall apart.”
Ian hesitated. He didn’t know this woman, and the idea of joining some underground group of powered misfits sounded ridiculous. But he couldn’t ignore the alternative: stumbling through life, terrified of his own strength, waiting for the day he crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.
“Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll give it a shot.”
“Good choice,” Sarah said. “Meet me here tomorrow night, same time. I’ll take you to the team.”
And with that, she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Ian alone in the rain.
Chapter 8
The next day dragged on endlessly. Ian barely focused at work, his mind racing with questions about Sarah and her mysterious team. Who were they? What did they want? And why did he feel like stepping into their world was going to change his life forever?
By the time night fell, he almost talked himself out of going. But curiosity and desperation won out, and he found himself back in the alley, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, scanning the shadows for Sarah.
She arrived exactly on time, dressed in the same baseball cap and unassuming jacket. “Glad you showed,” she said. “Follow me.”
They walked through the city in silence, Sarah leading him down a series of increasingly unfamiliar streets. Finally, they stopped in front of an old warehouse, its windows dark and boarded up.
“This is your secret base?” Ian asked, unable to hide his skepticism.
“Not exactly,” Sarah said, pushing open the heavy metal door.
Inside, the warehouse was anything but abandoned. The space had been transformed into a training facility, complete with padded floors, weight benches, and strange equipment Ian couldn’t identify. Three people stood in the center of the room, watching him with varying degrees of curiosity.
“Meet the team,” Sarah said.
The first was a wiry man with sharp eyes and a buzz cut. “That’s Marco,” Sarah said. “He’s our strategist and tech guy.”
“Nice to meet you,” Marco said, nodding.
Next was a woman with muscular arms and an air of quiet authority. “This is Kendra. She’ll help with your physical training.”
Kendra gave him a curt nod. “Hope you’re ready to work.”
Finally, Sarah gestured to a younger man, barely out of his teens, with shaggy hair and a nervous smile. “And this is Danny. He’s… like you.”
Ian blinked. “Like me how?”
Danny raised a hand, and a small sphere of light appeared in his palm, glowing softly before vanishing.
“Oh,” Ian said, suddenly feeling very out of his depth.
“Don’t worry,” Danny said. “You’ll get the hang of it. Eventually.”
Ian wasn’t so sure, but there was no turning back now.
Chapter 9
Ian’s first week with the team was nothing short of grueling.
Kendra pushed him harder than he’d ever been pushed in his life, forcing him through hours of physical conditioning that left his muscles screaming. “You need to build a foundation,” she said bluntly after his third collapse during a circuit. “Strength without control is a disaster waiting to happen.”
Marco had him running mental drills and simulations, testing his reaction times and decision-making under pressure. “It’s not enough to be powerful,” Marco explained, sliding a tablet across the table. “You need to know when—and if—you should use your abilities.”
Danny, meanwhile, worked alongside Ian in honing his powers. “The key is to start small,” Danny told him during one of their sessions. “If you try to lift a car on day one, you’ll burn yourself out. Focus on precision first.”
Ian appreciated Danny’s patient approach, but even with his guidance, progress was slow. During one training exercise, Ian tried to lift a row of metal weights, only for them to fly across the room like missiles, narrowly missing Kendra.
“Damn it, Ian!” she shouted, ducking behind a padded barrier. “Are you trying to kill us?”
“Sorry!” Ian stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.
Kendra stormed over, her eyes blazing. “You can’t afford to lose control like that, not even for a second. Out there, mistakes like this get people killed.”
“I’m trying!” Ian shot back, his frustration boiling over. “I didn’t ask for this, you know! I’m not some superhero—I’m just a guy who’s barely keeping it together!”
The room went quiet.
Kendra’s expression softened, but her voice remained firm. “None of us asked for this, Ian. But here we are. The only thing you can do now is decide whether you’re going to let this power control you—or the other way around.”
Chapter 10
Ian threw himself into the training after that, determined to prove to himself—and the team—that he could handle the responsibility. Slowly but surely, he began to see progress.
He learned to manipulate objects with precision, focusing on moving them inch by inch rather than hurling them across the room. His control improved, and with it, his confidence.
But it wasn’t just about the physical skills. Ian started to understand what Sarah had meant when she said the team wasn’t about spandex and secret lairs. They weren’t trying to be superheroes; they were trying to be human.
One night, after a particularly grueling session, Ian found himself sitting on the warehouse roof with Danny.
“Does it ever stop feeling… overwhelming?” Ian asked, staring out at the city lights.
Danny shrugged. “Not really. But it gets easier to handle. You just have to remember why you’re doing it.”
“And why are you doing it?” Ian asked.
Danny hesitated, then held up his hand, creating a small sphere of light. “Because I spent years being afraid of this. Hiding it. Hating it. Then Sarah found me and helped me see that it doesn’t have to be a curse. It can be a gift, if you let it.”
Ian didn’t respond, but Danny’s words stayed with him.
Chapter 11
Things took a turn two weeks later when Sarah announced the team’s first field mission.
“There’s been a series of strange incidents in the city,” she explained during a briefing. “Small-scale stuff—electronics shorting out, objects moving on their own—but it’s escalating. Last night, a blackout took down three city blocks.”
Ian frowned. “And you think it’s someone like us?”
Sarah nodded. “All signs point to someone with electromagnetic abilities. If they’re losing control, it could get a lot worse.”
“What’s the plan?” Kendra asked.
“We find them and de-escalate the situation,” Sarah said. “Preferably without anyone getting hurt.”
Ian’s stomach churned. This was exactly what he’d feared—being thrown into a situation where his actions could have real, dangerous consequences.
But he didn’t back out. He couldn’t.
Chapter 12
The mission took them to an abandoned power plant on the outskirts of the city, where the electromagnetic surges had been traced. As the team approached, Ian’s nerves were on edge.
Inside, the air buzzed with static energy. Sparks crackled along the walls, and the faint hum of machinery filled the silence.
They found the source in the central control room: a young woman standing amidst a swirling vortex of electricity. Her hair stood on end, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light.
“Stay back!” she screamed, her voice trembling. “I can’t control it!”
Ian stepped forward, his heart pounding. “We’re not here to hurt you,” he said, keeping his voice calm. “We want to help.”
“You can’t help me!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “I’ve tried everything—I can’t make it stop!”
The room shook as another wave of energy burst from her, sending consoles and equipment flying. Ian barely managed to deflect a falling beam with his powers.
“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said, taking another step closer. “I know how you feel. I’ve been where you are.”
The woman looked at him, her expression torn between fear and desperation.
“Please,” Ian said. “Let us help you.”
For a moment, the chaos subsided. The energy around her flickered, then dimmed. Ian reached out a hand—and the world went white.
Chapter 13
When Ian woke up, his head throbbed, and the world swam in and out of focus. He blinked against the harsh light, his surroundings slowly coming into view. He was lying on a cot in the team’s training facility, a blanket draped over him.
“You’re awake,” Sarah’s voice said.
Ian groaned, sitting up slowly. “What… happened?”
“You overextended yourself,” Sarah said, pulling a chair up beside him. “When you reached out to that girl, you absorbed part of the energy she was releasing. It stabilized her, but it nearly fried you in the process.”
Ian rubbed his temples, the memory coming back in fragments. The woman’s tear-streaked face, the crackling vortex of energy, and the sharp, burning sensation when he’d tried to pull it all into himself. “Is she okay?”
Sarah nodded. “She’s stable. Shaken, but stable. Marco’s running scans, and Danny’s helping her settle in. You gave her a chance to calm down, Ian. You saved her.”
Ian let out a shaky breath, a mix of relief and exhaustion. “I didn’t even know I could do that.”
Sarah leaned forward, her expression serious. “Neither did we. You took a huge risk out there. If you hadn’t been strong enough to handle it…” She trailed off, but the implication was clear.
“I had to try,” Ian said quietly. “She was scared. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.”
Sarah studied him for a moment, then smiled faintly. “You’re starting to understand what this is all about.”
Chapter 14
In the days that followed, Ian’s recovery was slow but steady. The experience with the girl, whose name was Ella, had left him both physically drained and mentally shaken. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done—or how close he’d come to failing.
But something had shifted. For the first time, Ian felt like his powers weren’t just a burden. They were a tool—a means to help people in ways few others could.
His training took on new meaning. He pushed himself harder than ever, not just to control his abilities, but to expand them. Danny taught him techniques for diffusing energy rather than redirecting it, and Kendra drilled him in precision exercises designed to strengthen his focus under pressure.
One afternoon, as Ian practiced lifting a dozen small weights simultaneously, Marco approached with a rare smile.
“You’re getting better,” Marco said, nodding toward the weights. “A month ago, you couldn’t move one without breaking something.”
“Thanks,” Ian said, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Marco hesitated, then added, “What you did for Ella—it was impressive. Most people wouldn’t have stepped up like that.”
Ian looked at him, surprised by the praise. “I didn’t really think about it. I just… did what felt right.”
“Well, it worked,” Marco said. “But remember, it’s not always about power. Sometimes the best thing you can do is figure out how to solve the problem before it gets to that point.”
Ian nodded, filing the advice away. He still had a lot to learn, but for the first time, he felt like he was on the right path.
Chapter 15
Ella became a regular presence in the warehouse, slowly integrating into the team. Her powers were still volatile, but she was learning to control them, much like Ian had. The two of them bonded over their shared experiences, often staying late after training to talk.
“How do you deal with the fear?” Ella asked one night, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ian considered the question, staring at the glowing sphere she’d conjured in her hand. “You don’t, really,” he admitted. “But you can’t let it stop you, either. You just have to trust yourself—and the people around you.”
Ella smiled faintly. “I’m glad I found this place. I don’t know where I’d be if you guys hadn’t shown up.”
Ian smiled back, feeling a strange sense of pride. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was part of something bigger than himself.
Chapter 16
Weeks turned into months, and Ian continued to grow—not just in his abilities, but as a person. He learned to balance strength with restraint, power with compassion. He wasn’t perfect, and there were still moments of doubt, but he no longer felt like he was drowning.
One night, as he stood on the warehouse roof, staring out at the city, Sarah joined him.
“You’ve come a long way,” she said.
“So have you,” Ian replied, half-smiling.
Sarah chuckled. “Maybe. But it’s not about me. It’s about people like you—people who take what they’ve been given and use it for something good.”
Ian nodded, the weight of her words settling over him. For the first time, he felt like he understood what his powers were truly for—not control, not fear, but choice.
“I’ll keep trying,” he said.
Sarah smiled. “That’s all anyone can ask.”
And for the first time, Ian believed it.
Chapter 17
The night was quiet, the hum of the city below a steady rhythm as Ian lingered on the warehouse roof. He felt lighter than he had in months, his journey with the team giving him a sense of purpose.
But peace was fleeting.
Marco’s voice crackled through the comm device Ian always kept on him. “Ian, you need to come down here. Now.”
Ian frowned, his heart skipping a beat. Marco’s tone was sharp, clipped—the tone he used when something was very wrong.
He bolted down the stairs and into the main training area, where the team was gathered around a monitor. On the screen was a live news feed showing a massive blackout engulfing half the city. Traffic lights flickered, streetlamps died, and entire neighborhoods plunged into darkness.
Ella stood off to the side, her face pale. “It’s not me,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “I swear, it’s not me.”
“We know,” Sarah said firmly, her eyes glued to the screen. “This isn’t random. Someone’s behind this.”
“Who?” Ian asked, stepping closer.
Marco tapped a few keys, pulling up a satellite image of the blackout’s epicenter: a power station near the industrial district.
“Energy patterns are all over the place,” Marco explained. “Whoever’s doing this, they’re drawing power on a massive scale. If it continues, the grid will collapse—and the whole city will go dark.”
Ian stared at the screen, his stomach sinking. “You think it’s another powered person?”
Sarah nodded grimly. “It has to be. This kind of output isn’t natural.”
“Ian,” Marco said, turning to him, “this could be big. Bigger than anything we’ve dealt with before. If this person’s losing control—or worse, doing this on purpose—we need to stop them now.”
Chapter 18
The team moved quickly, suiting up and gathering their gear. As they approached the power station, the air was thick with tension. Sparks danced along the fences, and the distant rumble of machinery reverberated like thunder.
When they reached the main control room, they found the source of the chaos: a man standing amidst a maelstrom of electrical energy, his hands glowing with a blinding blue light.
He was older, with streaks of gray in his dark hair and a weary, almost haunted look in his eyes.
“Stop right there!” Sarah called, her voice steady.
The man turned to face them, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t have come,” he said, his voice low but charged with power.
Ian stepped forward. “We don’t want to hurt you. Just shut this down before someone gets hurt.”
The man shook his head. “You don’t understand. I can’t stop it—not anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Ian asked, his pulse quickening.
The man hesitated, the energy around him crackling louder. “This isn’t just me. They did this to me—pushed me past my limits, turned me into this. And now… now it’s too late.”
“They?” Sarah pressed. “Who’s ‘they’?”
The man’s eyes flickered with anger. “The same people who’ll come for all of you. The ones who see us as tools, not people.”
Before Ian could ask more, the man’s control faltered. A massive surge of energy exploded outward, shattering windows and sending the team diving for cover.
Chapter 19
Ian scrambled to his feet, his ears ringing. The man was still at the center of the chaos, his body trembling under the strain.
“We need to contain this!” Sarah shouted. “Ian, you’re the only one who can match his power!”
Ian’s hands shook as he stepped forward, focusing on the storm of energy. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Yes, you can,” Sarah said. “Remember what you did with Ella. You’ve got this.”
Ian clenched his fists, summoning every ounce of strength he had. He pushed out with his powers, creating a barrier to counter the man’s energy.
The two forces clashed, the air between them vibrating with tension. Ian gritted his teeth, the strain almost unbearable.
“You don’t have to fight us,” Ian shouted over the chaos. “Let us help you!”
The man’s eyes met Ian’s, filled with pain and desperation. For a moment, it seemed like he might relent—but then his expression hardened.
“They’ll never stop,” he said. “And neither should you.”
Before Ian could respond, the man released a final, devastating surge of energy. Ian braced himself, channeling all his power into containing it. The explosion was blinding, the force of it shaking the ground.
When the light faded, the man was gone.
Chapter 20
The aftermath was eerily quiet. The power station was in ruins, but the city’s grid had stabilized, the blackout ending almost as suddenly as it began.
Ian sank to his knees, his body trembling with exhaustion. The team gathered around him, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.
“You did it,” Sarah said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Ian shook his head. “He’s gone. I couldn’t save him.”
“You saved the city,” Sarah said gently. “And you heard him. He made his choice.”
Ian stared at the scorched ground where the man had stood, his mind racing with questions. Who were “they”? And how many more people like him were out there, pushed to their breaking points?
One thing was clear: his journey was far from over.
“I need answers,” Ian said, his voice firm.
Sarah nodded. “Then we’ll find them. Together.”
As the team walked away from the wreckage, Ian felt a new sense of resolve. His powers weren’t just his burden anymore—they were his responsibility. And he would use them, no matter how difficult the road ahead.
For the first time, Ian wasn’t afraid of the gravity of his choice. He embraced it.
The End
Thank you all for reading The Gravity of Choice. This story just popped into my head and I started writing it down right away. I also try to use real world issues in it with what the gravity of your choices can do and affect those around you.