As I sat in the Mission Church, a place where I would go to pray before and after classes, I looked up at the intricate design on the walls and ceilings. Then, I looked up in the front, at where I would always look at.

My heart felt heavy. The gravity pulled my head down. As I cried and prayed and begged God to take away the pain and to not put me through this again, I was reminded of the last time I begged God this whole-heartedly. There is nothing more to say about this.