Just something I thought of.

WARNING: Contains depressing content, self-harm, and suicide

The thing about each and every one of us is that despite our imperfections; we have our own skills, talents, and quirks to define our identities from others. Some may have similar traits and talents, but no two persons are alike when it comes to potential, time, and honing of one's abilities. But what if that single talent you always had, that single specialty you thought you always held onto, that single gift that you unlocked yourself with determination and conviction, vanished right before your very eyes? What if you could no longer use it? What if you could’ve used it to save someone you loved but you couldn’t?