Barely keeping my head above water.
The weight of expectation is dragging me down as I attempt to break free.
One moment of selfish weakness haunts me, anchoring me to this life.
And now he's here. My weakness; tempting and delicious.
My fists are all that keep me going; all that keep her safe.
Fighting is all I know.
But when those fists take me away and thrust me into another world surrounded by enemies who are pretending to be friends, I falter.
When fate intervenes and my heart is on the line, which one will I choose?