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𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎—𝙼.𝙹.𝚃.

𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 is not always the answer when it comes to the damned task of life. Most of the time it becomes the question.

Why should we live in 'now' when it seems so difficult to move on from the past and look forward to the future.

Some say that the past has all the answers yet, why do we run from the fact that the past was once the present and the present was once the future. It doesn't make sense at all, but it's rather a misconception. Mankind is wired to regret and over think and as the clock ticks, we are blinded by the fear and the uncertainty that comes with humanity; maybe that's what we are, afraid.

But that doesn't me have to stand by the world of nightmares or the constant worry of outcomes way out of our control. Embrace those admirations of yours, ignore the faults and possibilities of failure, because there is no true failure, you either win or you learn. Do not give in my dear, follow your heart and your soul will soon guide you a light of desire. That was one of the last things my mother said to me before she passed, live like there was no tomorrow and dream as if you couldn't fail.

So I did. I became the woman I admired to prove that I am more than a title and I am more than a last name, I juggle the threat of life and death on the daily and save more lives than most and even when I'm underestimated, I prove my worth against those who doubt.

I believe Jack has a similar influence to my brothers, he shows the boys a window to a childhood of laughter and happiness, rather than shattered glass and broken dreams, and for that I am admittedly grateful.

But when I heard the tale that Jack had requested to take the emergency surgery this afternoon, I was less than pleased. This was excluding the fact that he also gambled away his earnings only hours before, this merely topped off the old block. I decided I would attempt to approach the man of the hour, thankfully he always took the same route home, down the Dorgin Alley and a final left down past the Drunkin' Dog, the bar Mary worked at, he often dropped by when she was on call, if she wasn't he never did, he wasn't a fan of drinking after his father's alcoholism.

"Good day, Love. What's wrong, you look stressed," He tried to gesture me follow but I stayed put, he was in a rush, almost like he was avoiding somebody. So instead of going along willingly, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, ducking his head a little lower than mine and guiding me to the back of the bar, what was going on?

"Jack," Raising an accusatory brow at the blonde doctor, I pulled the two of us to a stop, halting in our path, I only crossed my arms before he caved.

"I lost a game of Poker," Shaking my head with a sigh, I had hope before he verbally admitted to the act of losing. We had only just paid off a debt we owed, now we have another over our heads? At what thought ion his mind did he think this was a good idea to play against a dirty gamer.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I was so close, Mary, it wasn't like all the other times. You should have seen me, Love, I nearly had him," He snatched at an invisible coin, shaking his fist into the air. "A full house and everything," He ran a hand down the side of his face, clearly agitated. "Then that bastard cheated," He removed his top hat, sitting the velvet head piece on the window sill behind him. "I'll earn it back, I promise."