[OLD VERSION // THE NEW VERSION IS IN A SEPERATE BOOK ON MY ACCOUNT] "𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 . . . 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺." .................................................................... John had sacrificed everything to be able to stand on that podium and have people bow down at his feet. He had to sacrifice his sanity, his life, and his soulmate, only to become further more hated and lost among the crowd of his peers where he had stood alone. The hole he dug is deep, the only way out being up, but his shovel isn't able to carry out the dreaded task of fixing his mistakes when the pile of dirt has always sat out of his reach. He's gone now - he left with the wind and into the murky depths of Wellston's fastest river - famed for the suicides of lonely souls. But... What if there was another way out? .................................................................... 1500+ word chapters every my (NZ) Sunday [Suicide warning] [Mature language] A little bit of plot, inspired by: @RainielCatapang7's 'The Death of Joker' (It's really good and if you want to find it easily, it's in my reading list)