There were infinite options before me, but they all led nowhere. The only guarantee was death, perhaps slower, perhaps faster. But nowhere love. Nowhere home. There was no safety waiting, no welcoming arms. There was no one to help me, no one to worry for my absence. No one to see me. There was nothing. The world held nothing for me. I was nothing. Something within me broke. Something small, something vital. All that was left to me was a will to survive.
