85 #Gabriel Stewart

Kevin

The memories of that day still haunt me; the sound of sirens, the smell of blood, and the fear of being attacked still linger in my mind.

Even after 10 years, I still can't shake the feeling of dread that washes over me whenever I think about it. And the breath that Kiera gave me still stings, the pain of her actions cutting deep into my heart. It's a wound that may never fully heal, a scar that serves as a reminder of the betrayal I experienced.

If only she spoke the truth that day, perhaps the pain wouldn't be as deep. 10 years of my life were lost to lies and deceit, a decade tainted by the memories of that betrayal. Inside the bars with goons and criminals, I lived a life of constant fear and mistrust, always looking over my shoulder for the next betrayal. The weight of that burden still lingers as a heavy shadow that follows me wherever I go. And with time, I became one of them, I guess. The scars on my body have healed, but the emotional wounds remain fresh.

I closed my