Chapter 82- I'm Going Home

'Letting go of everything

That has ever had a hold on me

No more running when I'm scared

Running never gets me anywhere…'

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Entering a well polished restroom, Theophilus stood in front of a long square shaped mirror and stared at his reflection.

He was tired of people, people who stab him in the back and think he was incapable of handling things. People who constantly betray him.

His eyes were a bit red and dull.

He had been good all his life but people kept hurting him. He couldn't even enjoy the money he had because it just felt like waste.

Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he removed it and carefully placed it on the white sink before opening the first two buttons of the white shirt he wore.

His green eyes focused on the left side of his neck and he touched the beautiful and yet strange tattoo.

The first time he saw it, he was frightened and tried to wash it off but it refused to go away.