He was no longer the man he used to be, but he was made of the same dreams—just melted down and reshaped into something that finally held weight.
Elias looked at his reflection in the glass of his expensive watch. He was "shattered" too. He realized he didn’t need to throw his life away; he needed to it. He was no longer the man he used
A year later, Elias sat on a bench in a park he helped design. The bench was made of recycled plastic—tough, weather-resistant, and useful. He felt a strange kinship with the slats beneath him. He was no longer the man he used