Is there is a story that betrays the spirit of the legend of the Phoenix, this is it: there's no resilience, there's no a man finding meaning to life from unspeakable pain (Viktor Frankl, how necessary it's to read you).

Here we have just a young man immersed in pain, who gives signs of not getting over it (still living in the same apartment, for God's sake!); someone who doesn't seem to have the psychiatric support that he had and which he still needs, despite having people who care about him.

There must be many ways in which a hate crime and its effects can be addressed, even with a tragic tone from start to finish; here, nothing seems believable to me. And especially I don't like when a story is gimmicky, and it's no more than a low blow after another.

For stories of utter despair, there has been already a Hans Christian Andersen and his little match-seller... in the 19th century. ( )