In retrospect, trying so hard to be first was all in vain.
Second had won me nothing but a less-than-luxurious, nameless headstone as a trophy, and scars—physical and emotional—as souvenirs.
So Near will get a more luxurious grave than me, big whoop.
I had sacrificed everything to win. My childhood; my faith; my innocence; eventually, my life; Matt.
I never should have dragged Matt into this. That was the reason I left him in the first place…
I never should have left.
Regrets.
Shattered pieces.
That's all that I won. I lost everything, all for the worst consolation prize in the history of losses.