Chapter 14 || Hook, Line, and Sinker

I may not believe in an omnipotent being, fate, or destiny but I understood the mind's will to survive even if the body could barely stand. It's human nature and that's what I did and will always do.

I fought and I survive.

I had told myself countless of times that an enemy is always what they are—enemy. But as I stared at Vincenzo's frantic and worried eyes always darting on me I realize it's hard to have a firm grip on my version of reality when the world is showing me a different version of it. It was almost like walking on a cloud of dreams; surreal and vibrant without meaning it too.

In my head, I imagined Vincenzo's cool and indifferent face with contempt and distrust swimming in the depths of his eyes as he stared at me. I imagine him throwing Bill a look of pity. But none of those were in his eyes.

He almost looked human with a soul.

When the vengeful part of me can't take the picture of his troubled face anymore, that part of me was