Jaime Fell
in the beginning.
There was once a boy who stood on top of the world. He had everything and everyone he wanted and yet he still asked for more. He wore a crown full of pride and jewels and had eyes like diamonds; hard, cold, and invincible. He was the one pulling all of the strings and everyone knew him by the name of Jaime Garcia, King of Kings.
Everything he could imagine was at the tip of his fingers and would be given to him with the snap of those very same fingers. He was worshiped and the ground he walked on was kissed by those who wanted to be him. He had fans and admirers from all around. But then one day, the wind was blowing a little too hard and his balance wasn't the best that day.
And he fell.
He fell suddenly, quickly, and swiftly. His crown full of pride and jewels became damaged and became a crown of self-loathing and burden and his eyes were still like diamonds, only darker, harder, and broken. He was the one having his strings pulled and everyone knew him by the name of Jaime Garcia, King of Despair.
Everything he could imagine was at the tip of his fingers and would be given to him with the snap of those very same fingers. He was worshiped and the ground he walked on was kissed by those who wanted to be him. He had fans and admirers from all around. But then one day, the wind was blowing a little too hard and his balance wasn't the best that day.
And he fell.
He fell suddenly, quickly, and swiftly. His crown full of pride and jewels became damaged and became a crown of self-loathing and burden and his eyes were still like diamonds, only darker, harder, and broken. He was the one having his strings pulled and everyone knew him by the name of Jaime Garcia, King of Despair.