The pain, it was unbearable.
Leonel felt as though countless tiny knives were ripping through his skin and bone. He had never experienced such a thing in his life.
It could be said that the worst injury he had ever suffered was a few fractures to his ribcage. Even the flesh wound his hands had suffered had been mildly less painful than that. But, compared to this, those injuries were akin to an irritating paper cut.
At that moment, Leonel had every intention of letting go. It was too painful. If he just let these doors close, everything would be alright. Then, he could take a rest, and try again later. That would be fine, right?
Leonel hadn't been one to lie to himself. He knew that he wasn't the hardest worker. He also knew that he didn't have the most resolute will.
These weren't things one was born with. The reason his father tried to ingrain those two values into him time and time again was to remind him the value of growth.
