Trent POV
The hell?
These are the moments when our body fails and we demand our soul to fight back for the sake of every good memory we had lived.
I did, God knew I struggled to resist but my windpipe was rejecting every process of respiration.
Indeed there's nothing severe than fear. As it comes in different denominations, and mine right now was of losing someone.
You see, I don't care about getting caught, I don't care about the situation of my choices that drag my family or the Kenneth's, hell if I give a damn about what the world has to say about my decision.
The only influential impact that made holes in my bones and drill-in undeniable worry permanently in me is the terror of the consequence of hiding the truth from the one human that pulsates my heart on a daily.
My limbs
