Life can be fickle and it can be rough.
One minute you're riding the high of an impossible win and the next your hands are wrapped around the bars of a cell.
No matter your life's accomplishments, once you hit rock bottom, you're forgotten. If you're no longer useful, you're discarded.
I ran my body and mind into the ground, pushed myself to greatness, and all for a game I would ultimately lose.
What happens when you finally face your fears and jump into the abyss, only to find out you're completely alone?
The one person you've come to depend on disappears and your heart longs for the hunger only he can satisfy. There are no right answers and time doesn't heal all wounds.
How can love survive if it's surrounded by hate?
