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The past few months have been nothing but up and down for Jon. He could no longer tell what was right or wrong. If you ask him who do you truly love, he wouldn't be able to tell you. He would just stare and sigh shaking his head, and without another word he would just walk by and go about his business. He wasn't the same anymore, the meaning of life was pointless. Everytime he tried to sleep he couldn't breath, staying awake for nearly endless nights weren't doing any good for Jon. Worrying about his sister whereabouts, his feelings for Zazuka, and his relationship with Zehava had a lot to do with the stress he was feeling, Jon felt helpless but asked for no pity. On his usual walk, Jon decided to visit the pier that was hanging on the edge of Harbour point. Instead of treading the plier unsteady wood, Jon sat down near a bench with his back crouch forward. Like any man who felt they couldn't move on any longer, Jon just sat trying to sort out the mess he wanted so bad to go away.