I f*****g broke down.
Again.
I’m so tired of feeling this weak. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of physical strength, and somehow, in those same years, I’ve neglected my mental strength. I thought that creating this perfect exterior armor would give everyone the illusion that I was stronger than I actually am.
But it was all some f****d up lie I created in my mind.
Coming here to fight with the Elite was just another lie I’d told myself. If I could be chosen to be an assassin…. If I could be chosen to fight in this war. They’d think I was strong… They’d think I was brave. But it was just another cowardly act.
Another poor attempt at running from the reality that I was battling a far bigger demon in my mind.
Myself.
I was always running. Running from my past. Running from my
