Marc had made many mistakes throughout his life.

There was a time in his life that he particularly remembered. It wasn't regret what he felt, not entirely, because humans can only move forward and learn after making mistakes. No. He felt differently, something he didn't quite understood but was still prey of the nights when the memories attacked until a heavy feeling pressed inside his chest.

Party nights taken to all kinds of places and with different outcomes, women going and coming in his life when he had spent his youth with his late friend Mick. When they had been nothing but dumb and carefree, with a buzzing feeling pumping through their veins along excitement at the mere feeling of their fingertips grazing the stars.

And then the fall came. And with it, the consequences that hit them both like a truck, but one of them fell deeper down the hole.

Marc had tried to rectify his mistakes, while Mick had only gazed at the darkness around him and nothing else. It was his undoing, and his death was Marc's final blow.

Years later, the experience had left its scar in Marc, a knowledge that he wouldn't have acquired anyway else, that had also turned him wiser. And yet, nothing would've prepared him for the reality of being a father to a teenager.

He couldn't recall when it happened, somewhere in his youth with a woman whose face and name was information that escaped the grasp of his memory. But he couldn't leave it like this, not now that he knew something that he couldn't let pass.

He would rectify this situation too, be a good father even if he didn't entirely knew how to.