Eighteenth Chapter
Kay, I just listened to the song 'Gotta Be A Reason' by Alec Benjamin, and I just had to. Sorry.
Tony has a very scientific mind. He detests magic for the fact that it doesn't make sense. Everything should make sense at some point. He strongly believes there is a reason for everything. There's are reason for the dust and the dirt, so rationally, there must be a reason that he is present on this Earth too. Another thing about himself, that he is very proud of, is he can figure out the reason and meaning behind almost anything.
So why can't he figure out why the hell he is alive?
He also can't figure out what his life is worth. Everything is worth something, he knows this, his life was built on money. He can put a price tag on almost everything, and the things he can't, they're worth something. Even if it's good feelings and memories. (Damn, living with other people has made him a sap.)
But his life? He has no idea the reason nor the worth.
Well...maybe it's worth the alcohol. That always makes him forget the questions that bother him. It also makes him forget that fact that time does not heal all wounds.
...wtf did I just write????????