Life was cruel, fate is fickle, and destiny... what does that word even mean? Closing my eyes, my numb heart felt something again, regret. Not hatred, not sadness, no vengeance was felt, no it was regret. I was dying, I knew it, like how I knew when the sun rose and set each day. The path in life I took, that wrong turn that left me stumbling through rocky grounds, sharp branches, left me moving down. Leaving me bruised and cut. Leaving me there to die, staring up at the rising sun. There's so many roads I've yet to walk. There's so many skys I've yet to see. There's so many places I've yet to visit. There's so many people I've yet to meet. There's so many foods I've yet to taste. There's so many... So many... Many... So many things I've yet to do... When the sun rises, it represents a new day, a new start, a new beginning. So let me once again rise with the sun. ----- This story is mine but the cover art is not.