Ryan
What happens when you lose everything?
What do you do when everything you’ve ever believed in crumbles before your eyes, and you can’t throw yourself down in time to pick up the pieces?
How do you get up in the morning, eat, go to work, talk to people, smile?
How do you live?
The answer is simple: you don’t.
You run away – as far as possible. And you never look back. You escape from the past, from your life and from yourself. But as far as you can go, as hard as you try, what you were and what you’ve made of yourself will always remain. Even if you try to hide it. It’s always there.
Tugging at your conscience. Begging to be heard.
It tries to make cracks, a gap to break into, destroying your present as soon as it gets in. It finds a way to make you feel, and when you do…my God, nothing can help you. You can’t even help yourself.
But that’s okay – it’s all part of the game.
I’m ready to push past everything, even myself. To tear down anything in my path, anything that could hurt me even more, that could pull me down even lower. That could destroy anything I have left.
But I didn’t consider everything. I didn’t consider her. And now I have to make a decision, and I have to use my head.
To save myself, or to save her. Because it’s clear that neither of us can come out of this unharmed.
Not together.
