[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

A compilation of mishaps in a persons life and how he learns to cope with change. As well ad the way the warrior reaches the light through his own path

"Countless choices define our fate: each choice, each moment, a moment in the ripple of time. Enough ripples and you change the tide." The night has fallen. The walking shadows emerge to gorge on the only thing that keeps them living. Izabella Brighton is one of these shadows. She is one with the night but walks in the sun, and when a young Captain in the British Calvary comes dancing into her life it changes everything. [Now a Featured Wattpad Military Fiction Story] [Now a Wattpad Featured Story] [Now an Official Wattpad Fanfic] This story contains elements from Only Lovers Left Alive and War Horse.