As one story comes to an end, another beckons to begin. But as it is said only through an understanding can one come to terms with an choice, neither can something truly begin under the weight of an ending still struggling to decide how.

You should be dealt what you deal, or so they say. But what happens when you begin to forget all the things that helped you become the person who once made such judgements? Could you forget to forgive if no one was left to remind you that you would?