Chapter six
“Revenge is a confession of pain.”—Latin Proverb.
{Couple months back}
His fingers tap-danced over the keyboard with a rhythmic clickety-clack. His lips danced along in synchronicity as he mouthed the lyrics of the music blasting through the headphones, while his gaze stayed level on the screens from across him.
This is what living life was to him. No partying, or glitz, nor paparazzi—just seating and swiveling around behind computer monitors. After all, it was the one thing this cruel world spared him. It was the Sun his world revolves about.
He averted his gaze from the monitors’ screen in time, to notice the silent beep of his cellphone, which he grabbed off the table with a clean sweep of his hand. There’s a minute hesitation from him as he glanced at the glowing scree
