It starts at the ending

Part 1/?

They are tired and Restless. With haggard breath and rapidly beating hearts.

This is it. No more chances.

Bloody and broken they fall. Their bodies heavy as they hit the ground. No cushion to break the fall. Still they get up. Refusing to give up.

This is not the ending. Not just yet. They’ve come too far, fought too hard. Shed too much blood. Lost too much of their souls to give up now.

Is in his determination. The strength of a leader without a tittle. Silently carrying the extra weight. Quietly pushing ahead. Is in his power, the strength in those limbs that carries more than just his body forward.

Is in his face. In the way he stumbles and falls, but gets right back up. Is his endurance. Falling behind. Lacking strength and power, but filed with tenancy and unbreakable will power. He will not fall behind. He will not drag them down.

Is his character. His grace. The way he can take the bad and embrace it. Learning. Never quitting. Someone has to stay positive. Someone has to be optimistic. Even if all they see is black… Someone has to remind them there once was a light.

Is her bravery.  Her strength. Is in the many scars and scrapes that tarnish the still beautiful face. In the way she feels. The way she sees. In the many wounds the eye can’t see.

Is all of that and so much more. It is everything they once were.

It starts at their ending…