He couldn't feel.
He reminisced about the past. When everything was so simple. The abyss he called a heart. It didn't allow him to feel. It was too fragile. It was a big risk.
He didn't even know who he was. Didn't know who he was supposed to be. He relied on fate to take him where he needed to go. He didn't understand it didn't work like that.
He was good with words, a charmer. Anything he said, put you in a trance. You feel like you're his only one. You forget that you aren't.
What he didn't understand was that his lifestyle- the partying, the fights, the endless list of girls- was exactly what was breaking him. It was taking him further away from discovering himsilf.
It was the devils game.