She hated the way she had become weak. One thing she was able to piece together was her past fighter stigma. It was a feeling so euphoric that rushed inside of her. As time moved on, it faded into the dust alongside her past being. There was nothing left to fight for, not even herself. There was no motivation, no hope. There was no one to hold her hand through the pain and assure her all would be okay. There was simply nothing.