Perhaps the weight of his past could one day be lifted, each scar a story, each tear a silent prayer. Maybe the shattered pieces of his heart could realign, not as they were, but as something stronger, more true. Could he rewrite his mistakes, not in words but in deeds Could the echoes of his regrets fade into whispers of hope? The path to redemption was steep, but his resolve was steady. And just maybe, in the quiet of his soul, peace would bloom. If forgiveness was a distant star, he’d chase it tirelessly, to finally free himself from the shadows of yesterday.
The room was dark and aesthetically fitting for a therapy session, but it felt like hell for Hunter. He hated being here, slumped in his chair as he waited for his therapist to interrogate him with the usual questions that did not
