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PERCY'S POV.
When I stepped into the office that morning,I ignored all the curious and scrutinizing stares everyone was giving me and refused to bow down my head in shame. Instead I held my head up high and wore a scowl, glaring hard at anyone who dared make eye contact with me.
So what if I fucked up? What if I ruined the most beautiful thing I've ever had going with my own hands? What if I've been an ass to my lovely wife and now my family was at the verge of collapsing, along with my life.
Who gave them the right to judge me when they were equally imperfect like me? One way or the other everyone fucks up in a lifetime. That didn't make me a monster like they were making me feel.
*Or it's just your guilt gnawing at your feet.*
My subconscious smirked
"Good morning .."