Chapter 80
Theodore brown POV
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(In London)
The cigarette between my fingers burns down into ashes, as I toss it down and use the back of my shoe to rub the ashes against the ground. The cold air flows through my hair, so I let out a groan trying to fix my messed up hair. I should have come here, with better planning. But I had no choice. I still smell like s*x and the worse, I'm here to know my best friend's lies, while I try to hide mine. The irony. The guilt that stings right through my sanity, …
The area looks mildly crowded, but people look occupied that not even one single stranger attempts to even look at the person who walks passes by them. And in crowds, you are always lost!
“Do you want me to go in?” Gary, one of Adam's friend, questions. He was the one who escorted me
