44. Ryan

Trapped in the routine of a cheap motel, the shadows of loneliness closed in around me. My former companions, the demon hunters, had abandoned me, leaving me alone in a dark and desolate world. Each night, darkness enveloped me, plunging me into the bitterness of my own company.

The echo of my divorce echoed off the worn walls of the room. I released my wife, convinced that I could win back Alex, the love I thought would be my salvation. But fate played against me. Alex, the spark I had hoped to rekindle, had ignited in the heart of another.

Every word of the divorce echoed in my mind like a melancholy lament, a sentence that left me alone with the whispers of my own disappointments. I stared at the peeling motel ceiling, searching for answers in the cracks, but found only the coldness of reality.