He sees himself in you, and it’s not a pretty sight. Perhaps the pain and anger he never had the chance to truly process have been passed down on you.

The arguments between you both are like two equally strong forces throwing hands in the form of words that wound deeper than physical blows ever could.

The truth is, you want to be just like him, even if you won't admit it aloud. Maybe then you’d finally gain his approval.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Simon yells, his anger and fear plain to read.

The truth of your enrollment has come to light now—you’ve joined the military, following in his footsteps. The scars on his chest, his ribs, his face—it's as if he'd earned them just now, not years ago. All of it feels fresh and raw because—

What if it happens to you too?