Hunter gave him a choice.

Pills or him.

Life or death.

Light or dark.

The pills rattled in the vial.

Shawn stared out across the river, the lights from the hotel bathing him in an orange glow.

He glanced back, the wind whipping at his hair, ends sodden with the rain.

With the bite of the tears, his weakness traced across his cheeks.

The fear pulsating in his chest.

He was terrified of going it alone.

He feared losing Hunter more.

He made his choice.

The pills sank beneath the water.