Chapter 79 Murderous Intent

• With legs soaking in the warm water he blinked tears away from his eyes. His heart felt heavy. With all that he had just learned. It was up to him to make a decision.
• "Tide, baby." He muttered helplessly, pushing a hand into his pocket to retrieve the little glass bottle in there. "Here, this is the Mountain Tears," he showed it to the pool. "You told me you would get better if you could drink it. I found it, baby, and I hope you can drink from it." He dropped the bottle into the pool and watched it disappear in the thickness of the fog that had clogged the surface of the pool then slowly he went on his feet and walked into the house. He was going to head upstairs to his room and fall asleep but he turned around, heading towards the kitchen. Once inside, he placed the keys back into the bowl and turned on the kettle. As he watched the water fill up the coffee pot he tried to calm himself enough to think straight. Everything was fine. For a brief moment there he was genuinely happy, he thought nothing was going to ruin that moment but he had thought too soon.
• He should have known happiness isn't meant for the likes of him.