Fleeting Breeze is not written to heal. It is written to destroy.

This is my story—an unfiltered account of everything I have lost, everything I have betrayed, and everything I have become. From a childhood abandoned by a father who never looked back to a life built on lies, addiction, and broken trust.

I poured my existence into an obsession with a girl whose sudden disappearance tore away the only semblance of peace I had found. In the aftermath, I drowned myself in alcohol and cigarettes, betrayed my family, and shattered every bond that once held meaning.

Writing this is not an attempt to rebuild myself. It is not an effort to find redemption. It is a deliberate act to kill the ‘brighter self’ within me that refuses to die. The part of me that still clings to the illusion of hope.

This is not a story of survival....