still roams this ungodly world -- my heart died along with my wife and son. Their blood is on my hands and living my meaningless life carefree is the ultimate punishment of my self-conviction. Never lettin’ friends get too close to identify my pain, I suffer in the confines of my own heart, quietly. All they see is the mask -- the humbled, empathetic man. Not the guilt stricken tortured soul I truly am. Until her. Our worlds collided like vehement waves of the perfect storm thrashing through the sea. Neither of us expected it, but both of us need to be saved from our own pain and destruction. But the ship sailed too fast. Fear and confusion consume me and I make the mistake of leaving her lost at sea just when she needs me the most, when her greatest predator would strike. Strugglin’ to survive through the wreckage my heart has been battered with, I have to battle my feelings and decide if I’m prepared to fight the darkest pits of hell to save her and Mend the Seams of her fragile heart or let her go completely. After all, she ain't even mine to claim.

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