And just like that he walked away....not looking back. Every step he took forward he knew there were bridges burning behind him but he dared not look back. For there lay the past that was good, happy and even better but he needed more. He needed to challenge himself to turn out good even better. He needed a fair fight and he needed it fast. Every step he took forward was a step that would be his last. But he did not care, he just kept moving, moving not looking if someone was asking to stop, not looking if they will miss him, not turning back even if it was good. He just kept moving. Forward.