In a quiet little town, where the seasons changed but the pain remained constant, there lay a man named Ethan. For as long as he could remember, his nights were filled with restless thoughts. As the moon illuminated the darkness, he found himself reflecting on his life, navigating the tumultuous waters of his mind. "Oh, I’ve been up all night thinking ‘bout dying," he whispered to the shadows, haunted by memories of love lost and dreams unfulfilled.

Ethan felt like a ghost in his own life, a figure wasting time as the world outside continued to spin. He longed for a moment of clarity, a sign that he would be alright. "God is not on my side, but God knows I’m trying," he often muttered, clenching his fists in determination even as doubt lurked at the edges of his thoughts. He knew he had to redefine himself, yet the question echoed in his mind: when would he finally find peace?

As he lay awake, he could feel his heart beating, each thump a reminder of life still pulsing through his veins. But with each beat came an empty feeling, a swell of emotions that drowned out reason and hope. He felt isolated in his struggle, as though the world had abandoned him. "I have lived half of life constantly fighting," he lamented, his cheeks bruised by the battles he had faced and his knuckles white from the effort of holding on.

Memories flooded back—the tender moments of love he once knew. "Love, I used to know the meaning," he thought, his breath hitching in his throat as he recalled her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled with joy. He wished he could hold onto that feeling, wishing to wake from this nightmare of despair. But the reality loomed heavy, and the question lingered: when would he be alright?

In his reflections, Ethan’s world began to fade—a blurring of the vibrant seasons he had cherished and the fading light that now surrounded him. Each lost moment felt like a chapter closing, his sight dimming to the richness of life. He could barely recognize the man he was becoming, lost in the swirling darkness of doubt and regret.

And yet, a flicker of determination sparked within him. "I tried my best to stop her leaving," he thought, his heart aching with the memory of their last moments together, filled with the weight of unspoken words. "I wonder about the arms she’s in," he pondered, visualizing her warmth and the love that once enveloped them both. But he knew deep down that he had to let go, even as the end drew near.

Despite the heaviness in his chest, he stood at the edge of his own despair, realizing that the journey to find himself and seek peace was not over. "When will I be alright?" he asked the universe, knowing that the answer lay not in the past, but in the courage to embrace his future. And in that single moment, as the dawn approached, he took a deep breath, hoping that perhaps, just perhaps, the light would shine through once more.