“I can’t perform anymore.” He mutters while staring back at his pathetic reflection in the mirror, eyebags that seem months old, a frown that a veteran would wear after war, and the cause of all his misery, the appearance of him in a wheelchair.

“I know this… I’ve told myself this every day… so why can’t I just accept it..?” His face contorts into one of pure pain, tears threatening to spill at any moment, choking down a sob that nearly slipped out, shuttering as he breathes out slowly.

Nothing like his former appearance, bright and energetic, happy to wake up every morning, succeeding, friends, popu- okay we get it.. Since becoming paralyzed waist down for life, he’s been unable to accept the reality, the loss of his greatest passion for ice skating.

Putting the skates into a closet, fondly looking over them for one last moment before shutting the doors and turning his wheelchair, deciding to part way with what brought about him joy and happiness for so long.