Chapter 93

MICHELSON POV

Wasn't it said that good music heals the soul?

The music playing softly through the stereo was in a way depressing and there was no way to say why it was this way.

I had picked that same music, I had always picked out any other days but today it did look like I was listening to a totally different song— It was like I was listening to it in a different way or perhaps hearing the tunes of the music differently .

Either way I was not enjoying an but of this and in a way the way she was treating me was quite expected.

The more I tried to take my mind away from all of this the more it became dawn on me that I might as well be a murderer.

With own hands, I had committed this attrocities.

In a way i wondered if she would ever forgive me, I would give anything as a matter of fact everything just for her forget everything but even to someone totally deranged that would be quite impossible.

There was only way I could get my mind off all of this, and that was for me distract mysel