He was ready. Not a moment went by that Ryan didn’t torture himself with his selfish past. At least, not since he almost drowned four months ago, trapped in a sinking car that had been pushed off a bridge by a swerving semi truck. Ryan was given another chance at life.

For those four months he didn’t sleep. Instead he spent his time remembering. Remembering the dark water surrounding his entire body. Remembering his attempts at escape, growing increasingly desperate as time moved on. Remembering his longing for breath; his body screaming for oxygen, arguing with his head to give it a try. “You can’t breath! No! No! Why won’t you just listen to me?” Remember the light that suddenly appeared.

“What was that light?” Ryan was obsessed with it. He could not remember anything after the light, except waking up on the river bank and calling out for help.

What was that light? After months of endless self torment, Ryan was ready to find the light, no matter the price.

Ryan was ready to sell his soul.