We only have this moment, and we are the only ones we can control. The past is represented by the tales we tell, and the future is a succession of moments, each designated "now" in turn. This gives us the ability to alter who we are. Which tales do we select to remember? Which ones are the greatest, the ones that offer us courage and joy? Or would we tell those who cause suffering and hardship? There are options for both good and bad ideas and actions at every moment. The nice thing is that we get more proficient in making wise decisions; the more often we make the more difficult but better decision. And as a result of this internal shift, I will finally become a better representation of myself—the man I was always meant to be.

Blood, sweat and tears... That is quite literally every substance dried up on her body as my eyes observed her sleeping body. Her hair was knotted and messy as well as her makeup. Her body was bruised and so was mine. Nail mark scratches were embedded in my skin and my back was aching. The trail of blood from her collarbone over her breast stared at me.

How could I do this to her?

I don't remember much of last night. It was too intense; too real. I stood up from her bed and realised I couldn't go to the bathroom looking like that. I checked the time on my phone and was shocked to see that it was already past twelve.

I've never slept this late before.

I pulled my jeans up and reached for my shirt when Sam's sleepy voice caught my attention. "Leaving already?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," I whispered as I pulled my shirt over my head.

Sam rubbed her eyes and yawned as she scooted herself up. "Come back to bed," she smiled as she lifted the covers.

Some part of me was scared to go near her. I have very little memory of what happened last night, and looking at her made me feel terrified, not only for her but for myself as well.

She frowned at my silence and adjusted her position. She pulled an oversized T-shirt from underneath her pillow and pulled it over her head. "Let me guess," she breathed as she stared with an emotionless facial expression. "You regret having sex with me?"

Regret exists to encourage us to examine previous actions from viewpoints other than those we were using at the time when they were happening. Our self-awareness increases as a result of this innovative perspective-taking, which also helps us become more mature. However, I didn't feel regret. I felt guilt.

"That wasn't me, last night," I mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

"You could've told me you've fucked before," she nipped. "Usually I can sense a fuckboy," she growled under her breath.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You took my fucking virginity," I snapped angrily.

I didn't appreciate her calling me a 'fuckboy'. It was uncalled for and having her disrespect me like that, turned a switch off in my head.

"You're telling me that you just fucked me like that last night and I have to believe you're a virgin," she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Is that why you're so fucking miserable? You just watch porn all day and can't build a relationship with anyone?"

Yeah, I'm fucking done.

"Piss off you fucking whore!" I yelled, regretting it immediately, but stood my ground. "I trusted you. For fucking once I trusted someone and you treat me like that?" I continued. "Stay out of my fucking way, I never want to speak to you ever again," I let out angrily and shut the door behind me.

Bryan's POV

Football was the song my entire being sang; it was a soundtrack that could only be heard by the fans and the team. It appeared to be our symphony, a story of sentiments told in a fight for the opportunity to achieve well-earned greatness. My coach was a second parent, and football was my soul's safety net. I felt lost as I observed the football field's players working tirelessly to secure their victory. I've struggled with my identity and who I am as a person ever since my injury. The sport used to be the sum of my entire life; now that it's gone, who am I?

"You're really never going to be able to play again?" a voice echoed through my ears as I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" I asked as I greeted her with a big hug.

I've known Quinn a lot better ever since she and Adrian started dating. She always had everyone's best interests in mind, and her upbeat demeanour was sure to make you grin. She appeared to be a lovely blond with nothing going on in her mind at first glance, but she was actually a fierce competitor in the art of dancing. Her room was littered with trophies aplenty, and she proudly embraced each gold medal as evidence of her accomplishments.

"Mh, I'm just taking a walk around," she said in a low tone as she stood beside me with her elbows leaning on the rail.

"I wish I could be on that pitch," I breathed as I continued to watch the players kick the ball. "But that's a situation that will never change. So, how are you and Adrian? I heard there's some trouble in paradise?" I softly smiled as we walked back to the university.

"I wouldn't call it 'trouble in paradise' if there was never a 'paradise'," she let out as she crossed her arms.

"Hey, what's going on?" I frowned as I placed my arm around her.

"Adrian is such a great guy like really, I'm not just saying that," she stated. "I just feel like he's holding me back a bit..." she sighed.

"What do you mean, Quinn? I thought you two were bound to get married," I said as I let out a soft chuckle.

She breathed through her nose with a smile and then said, "I always believed that we balanced each other out well, you know? But it's tough, he barely wants to do anything spontaneous or adventurous, he's extremely homebound, or I guess, dorm-bound and I'm just getting a bit tired of it to always beg him to just go to dinner or to see our friends..." she added.

I could understand where she was coming from. Adrian has always been a bit socially awkward and with Quinn's bubbly personality, I could see how he could bring her done. Nonetheless, he is still my friend.

"I'm sure if you just talk to him about what you're going through, he'll understand," I said with sympathy.

"Thanks, I'm sure to do that," she smiled. "But this is me," she pointed to the girl's dormitory. "Sam sent me a message to come a see her, but I'll see you around," she smiled as she hugged me.

"See you around, Quinn," I greeted as I walked into the boy's dormitory.

Before reaching my door, I saw Wolf walking out of the bathroom and appeared to be ready to knock someone out. It was almost as though I could see smoke coming out of his ears.

"Hey, man!" I called. "You good?"

"Piss off!" he growled as he slammed his door behind him.

Another day, another pissed-off Wolf.