Empty cans of beer with different labels, empty bags of chips, dirty clothes and few of lifeless substances were scattered all over the cold floor.
The suffocating scent of the cigarette he smoked earlier lingered on the four corners of his huge space, mingling with his spicy virile aroma that made him feel as if he's smothered even more, but he doesn’t really care.
Not anymore.
The moment his feet landed upon the cold ground of this unfamiliar country, he just thought of how icy and miserable his life is; of how unfair and roguish his fate is.
For Pete’s sake.
He f****d his very own brother.
Not just once, nor twice.
He’s disgusted to himself.
He hates himself for dragging Blaire into this. He blames himself for everything that had happened to them.
I am sorry, mother.
He clench
