Chapter 79: Worthless

Why is it we appreciate something more when it is being taken away from us rather than cherishing it when we have the freedom to? How is it that a single life-threatening event can bring long buried emotions and stir what was settled? I guess that's why people say to leave the past in the past and live today like there won't be a tomorrow. But what else is there to do when the way forward is the way back? I couldn't help but think, what went wrong?

Hanson, Julius, Zara, and I were best friends despite the atomicity between our fathers we still managed to have a healthy friendship. It wasn't until I got older that my father started to compare me to them. A lovely, sweet friendship being slowly tarnished into bitter hatred and jealousy.