Chapter Twenty-One

I lay awake, unable to sleep. Different faces of death keep haunting me even in the dead of the night. And if I look closely, I could still see the imprint of blood on my hands, the taste of copper on my lips, and their screams close to my ears. Theirs no peace or rest for the people like me. I had wished a thousand times for any deity watching me to just take my conscience so the guilt could never eat me alive.

I was not lucky.

I sat on a chair facing the ocean with my favorite knife in hand. I don't like k*lling people but I could always appreciate good craftsmanship on weapons when I see one.

On nights like this, I'm usually too absorbed in my own misery counting the deaths on my hand while muttering their names in the darkness. But Victoria happened and every time I'm about to enter the same rabbit hole again I'm always reminded with her smile and how can a simple smile light up the whole place.

She's my salvation.

The only person I needed in m