A day will come when your loved one fades away, leaving you alone with your shadow, crying tears that burn red. A day will come when you stand against the world— your pain ignored, your name condemned as evil. A day will come when you watch the one you once loved smiling in someone else’s arms, and feel you were only a moment of fun. A day so near when someone close to you begins to see you as a burden— a pit in their smooth road, a crack across their shining mirror. But a day will come too when your scars carry the scent of victory— the path you carved and conquered as you rose against all odds.