The O'Connor Brothers

A year ago, she begged me to stay. A year later, it’s my turn to beg her not to go. My obsession. My downfall. I tried to resist, to keep her at a distance. I tried to save myself. But no one will be saved here, not even a selfish bastard like me. My life has always been about sport and family, including my stupid brothers. Until that night, the night I made the worst decision of my life. And I’m still paying the price for it. We both are. But the time has come to take back control of the situation, to risk it all, to convince her to let me in, because she can’t be anything other than mine.

I’ve gone back: back to the place where it all started, where somebody else had the final say. I did it out of love for my family. I’m trying to rebuild my life, to stay standing, even though my legs hurt like hell. I’m concentrating on myself, on my career. I’m ready to tear everything apart to try and keep it all together. To hate without feeling guilty for it, because hating others is the only way I know how to keep myself — the person I am — going; and I was doing it. I was strong. I was untouchable. I was invincible. Actually, I was deluded. I didn’t consider everything.

I’ve never liked lies. I’m an honest guy: I say exactly what I’m thinking without any filter. Without considering the consequences. That’s why people always think I’m an idiot. Someone who only wants to have fun, who never has any problems. Someone who never worries about the future. I’ve made my decision. I’ve chosen myself and left everything else behind. But what happens when karma comes back to turn your life upside-down? When you find yourself standing in front of someone who could break down all of your walls?