His mind was an endless storm of guilt and madness. A storm he had lost himself in the attempt to save him. It was too late for regretting the past or change the future, trapped in the present and unable to move forward. Therapy was already useless, people trying to help him? A myth. He was a lost case, you can't build a soul from ashes or a heart out of nothing. But what if those ashes would burn again? What if the storm would find its peace once in the middle of it would step her? She is his only chance to reset his life. "You are pathetic in my eyes, stop crossing my path." "What is wrong with you?" "What do you want me to begin with? Everything, so if you can't get used to it, then go to hell."