Ever since leaving Jackson, day to day life had been exhausting to pull through. That was putting it lightly.

Between PTSD, becoming homesick, a fundamental lack of sleep and wanting to get revenge, you were cutting it close to losing yourself.

Fortunately, your beloved girlfriend, Dina, took notice of this change in your behavior. She slipped her bracelet onto your wrist.

“I know you don’t believe in luck, but I do.”

She whispered; leaning in to give you a gentle, much needed kiss.