Ever since I was a little girl, I have always loved the moon and the stars. Months ago, I saw a post on Pinterest about the moon and the stars. The poster had described the stars as symbols of truth and guidance and the crescent moon; a symbol of new beginnings.

But as I gazed into the moon and saw how dim it looked, I realised that my life would never have a new beginning. I was a little ball of lightness being sucked into a world of darkness and misery.

Ares was a troubled man. A man with his past clutching onto him tightly. Refusing to let go.

I...