It's hard to learn, it's hard to love...

There's an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted and roads ripped apart, the wind will hush, the clouds will part, the rain will stop, the sky will clear in an instant, and only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, we learn who was strong enough to survive. Those that did, shall move on to greater things, and be forced to climb taller mountains, swim across deeper seas and thread tougher tracks. The fate of those that lost their lives is clear, yet what of the ones who didn't die, yet lost everything in the wake of the tempest? Those are the people they never talk about, the people no one writes epic sagas for, but are the ones who suffer the most. Death would have been easy, simple, clean. The struggle to get back up though, is the most gut wrenching thing they'll ever have to do. Then even if they make it, even if they manage to get back up on their feet, what happens when another storm inevitably hits? What happens when destiny decides to reclaim souls that somehow got lost in transition? What happens to the boy, who never gets to fade away, yet fails and fails once more?