SACRIFICES

Jason could barely concentrate on anything. From the moment he heard the news, he'd become a shadow of himself, constantly worrying that things could go wrong very quickly.

All it would take was a little slip and everything would be out in the open. The problem was that if the truth went out, things could never go back to being the same anymore.

The newsrooms would be at his doorstep swarming like bees to hear his side of the story. They couldn't know about his involvement in this. It would tarnish his image forever.

He rose from his feet, rubbed his palms together for the umpteenth time exhaled a heavy breath. Realistically, it was hard to separate the truth from the fake justifications for his actions in his mind.

One moment, he felt right for what he'd done and the next moment, he felt like the devil himself. There was no escape for him from the life of constant regret and guilt that he'd immersed himself into. Only sacrifices; sacrifices which he was prepared to do until the very