Grace In The Wounds

There are people who hold on to revenge just so they have reason to get up in the morning. I am one of those people. I won't wait for Karma to f****d them up when I can be the Karma itself. That thoughts fed and fueled me to kept going, it give me strength I didn't know I am capable of having. I never thought hatred can be a best motivation to live. I watch Sorin Aster Callian as he go out from an elite restaurant. He's with his parents and they are happy family talking to each other. I gritted my teeth. It was taunting me of the life I was robbed of. It's been a year since he get himself out from the hell. I will make him regret that he step out from the prison because what's waiting for him outside is the hell itself. I been waiting for my perfect timing like how a patient lion stalking its prey waiting for the perfect time to devour it. And when the right time comes, I will crush them on in my on way and leave nothing but bones. They were heading behind were I was standing. I dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it as I exhaled. As they walk closer and closer, I change my gaze and act as if I wasn't aware of their presence while casually lean on my car. I imagined Sorin's death a lot of times. I pictured it in my head. Me holding the gun. Sorin begging for his life. Me pulling the trigger. But I realize death would be too easy to him. I want him live and suffer everyday in pain and sorrow, the same kind he put me through.