Donovan Donovan was the kind of person who had marched to the beat of his own drum his entire life.
Both he and Nathan Bennett were the spoiled youngest sons of their families, but their personalities were polar opposites.
In the old man's words, Donovan was a classic case of being carefree and impulsive.
Most of his ideas were born on a whim. He rarely planned anything in advance, nor did he often stick with anything for long.
His passion for anything only ever lasted three minutes. For him, not everything he did needed to have a deeper meaning.
Enjoying the moment was enough.
But someone always becomes the exception.
Before, Donovan didn't know what he truly wanted.
He didn't want to dwell on it, always feeling like the question was a swamp, constantly pulling a person deeper in.
The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.
Just like the wretched and decadent Zane Hawthorne, who now seemed like a puppet, a walking corpse.
