"He was the 'one foot out the door' kind of guy, he was 23, socially anxious and battled with depression from time to time. So when he got a girlfriend, he did the one thing that left him conflicted with himself; he fell in love. He thought she was pretty, smart, and the easiest person to talk to, she seemed to understand him, like really understand him. Most of all, she actually wanted to be with him! Him! Out of 7 billion people, she wanted to be with him. He made it a rule to never get fully invested in anything, but that's what he did with Emma Rodwell. He couldn't find a way to stop loving her, and he couldn't find a way to stop being the way he was(introverted and afraid to put both feet in through the door) either.

The thing about exit doors is they don't come as see-through, one is left to imagine the what-ifs. He knew he would be no exception, but he couldn't bring himself to remove either foot from either side of the door. The thing with dilemmas, is either choice feels like there's a lot to gain in making it, but that means losing a lot as well."

- Stories of a String Tailor

“He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.”

― Dejan Stojanovic

Art: http://merrdyn.deviantart.com/art/Cave-Exit-275963587

"When you start to fade into the chasms of existence, the abyss, that is when you know just how much you'll be missed. For I recall, it was Eleanor Roosevelt who said, 'You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.' The only companions are the darkness and the nothingness in a time like this."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Samples: Vangelis - Chariots of Fire - Abrahams Theme

Direct drum sample: Detroit Emeralds - You're Getting A Little Too Smart

Art: http://ivorwoodiex17.deviantart.com/art/halo-4-screenshot-fade-away-390511235

Found the acapella online somewhere, found it very fitting to the instrumental

Won't put a story on this one, the lyrics will tell the story this time

Art: http://nuriko-kun.deviantart.com/art/Coming-Home-255173975

"Grass was all over my hair. My legs were already itching. I stifled a frown, because I knew she always loved coming out here, with that orange picnic basket, and she always made sure we carried some kind of fresh juice rather than wine, she always tried to stay away from alcohol.

I found it ironic, since I was usually the cautious one, and she, the wild one. 'Let's run away', she cut through my line of thought, 'just the two of us, Nate! Right now'

I looked at her with a little disbelief, but a little curious. She noticed I was a little torn and played on that. She took my hand, 'you know how much I hate experiencing the same things for too long..the same place....'

'Sounds like you're saying you'll eventually tire of loving me, Becca, is that so?', I teased at her.

That brought that beautiful laugh of hers out, I couldn't help but smile back. 'Nothing is always the same with you, Nate, that's one of the reasons I love you', she said as she leaned in for a kiss.

Just as I leaned in as well, she got to her feet, took my hand with the most mischievous chuckle and started running, dragging me along with her. I had quicker feet, so not long after, I was the one leading her into the distance.'

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://becone.deviantart.com/art/sweet-escape-186594818

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Art: http://ilyasmahmood.deviantart.com/art/Caribbean-girl-332529719

"..twas then that I realised that the truest form of happiness comes not merely from doing things that make us happy, but from finding happiness in the things we do. The simple life is a happy life, but for most, a happy life is not simple.."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://apollinart.deviantart.com/art/The-simple-life-579957713

"Whenever we were together, we forgot all about time, and our worries. Every moment when we felt the real world beginning to seep in, she'd take my hand, and we'd start running again."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://stefa-zozokovich.deviantart.com/art/running-lovers-98315240

"..'Where will we be when everything is gone?', she asked, almost to herself. 'Alone.' She said it so nonchalantly, as she twirled with my hair idly. All I could do was look to the constellations, as though my answers lay amongst them.

Midway through my apparent hallucination, I awoke to a harsh reality, for I soon realized that she had been a mere apparition. I stood and watched helplessly as the remnants of our home world were extracted from the very soil that birthed us. For the first time, I felt well and truly, alone."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://victormosquera.deviantart.com/art/Lose-Myself-512385230

Guitar(s) by: @bradosanz

Produced by: Myself

"She said, 'I'd rather lose myself than lose you. You're my fix. If I lost you, then I'd lose myself.' I took her hand in mine, and her breathing eased, barely noticeable though, since we still had much of the mountains to cover, and we were panting harder than dogs in a heat wave."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://yuumei.deviantart.com/art/The-Heavens-and-Us-with-video-tutorial-link-577402513

"So we spent a week in Paris, she'd always loved the place and always wanted to visit. She knew her way around, and I felt out of place, 'I can't even speak the language', I thought to myself. I always wondered if she could actually read my mind, and right on cue, she took a hold of my hand, leading me through the streets of Montparnasse, and I soon felt at home."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://francy84.deviantart.com/art/Thinking-to-Paris-97563039