Memories. When does our past stop picking at our scars and start letting them heal? Scars. Can we see beyond our wounds to the possibilities the future holds? Possibilities. How do we let ourselves become vulnerable enough to trust the love that's right in front of us? Fate. She's a fickle, wily bitch that slaps us in the face every opportunity she gets. Sometimes it's a taunt, but sometimes it's a goddamn wake-up call to pay attention. Take what's...