The Story of Stephen, Epilogue.

He hadn’t been living on the street for very long when it dawned on him.

Watching people go about their lives, reflecting on everything he did have – and could have had more of, one day – left him uncertain over what would have been better.

Would he have been worse off, if he’d stayed on the medication?

Or was he worse off now, at rock bottom, incapable of making a life for himself?

Either way, Stephen felt dead.

Perhaps that was what made him a beacon. When the shard took root in his mind, it all went back to feeling grey.

And that was how Stephen’s story began.