The scars I bore before that day were nothing of comparison.

Though they could not be seen, they were surly felt by all. You were gone, and it was up to me to deal.

So I just sat, hoping that maybe, if I tried hard enough, I'd be able to forget.

But as the clock thundered in my ears, I had to make a decision: lay down my heart, or keep it my hand and trust the person in front of me, hoping that their trick would be the one that helped me win at something, since I had already lost the ultimate prize...