Decide to Decide. [Very Short Story]

He stands there taunted by its existence, frozen in thought and trepidation, and contemplates condemnation. Fait has assigned its to him, and it's getting grim. "Why shouldn't I? This could be the one that gets me! But... who's to say it's not the one to stop the poison flee?..." Both still as stone and neither free. "If I'm the one to choose, so it will be." And he changed his own reality.