It was dark, void and cold. Darius stirred in his bed, grunting in the process as his nightmare played out.Once again, he was back in his mother’s rented apartment Eleven years ago. As usual, the dream played out like always. He argued with his mother, blamed his father and his mistress for him and his mother’s unfortunate predicament and slammed the door shut in her face, and yet again, regret filled him because of his once foolish actions.Night came as fast as it did in the real world and while all this happened, Darius was well aware, he just couldn’t do anything, fight back or speak the words he actually wanted to say. Unlike the him of eleven years ago, this version of him was different. He hadn’t stopped blaming his father for their unfortunate circumstance cause in reality he was the one whom had put them in that very position. More or less he was responsible for what had happened to Angelina. If only he had kept his heart and eyes glued on the beautiful woman, maybe then he
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