Chapter 55. Mired In Guilt

• Christian Goldman
• I don't know what I was thinking about that day, maybe it was the sadness, the pain that ate me to my bones, maybe I am a coward, or maybe I am very brave, because life was a greater torture for me than death. At the last second, I deflected the shot and it hit the wall, I put the gun away. I put my hands on my head, leaned my elbows on the surface of the desk, closed my eyes tightly and tried to find a calm that I had lost for many hours; but it was in vain, I could not fight against the current, how could I have peace? If from the moment I went to the Johnson's dinner, every trace of the happiness I felt with Lynda disappeared, my sixth sense did not fail me, on the contrary, it warned me that it was not a good idea... we should never have gone to that place, but she was determined and everything to show me her innocence, which I could not see... leaving me to appearances and destroying the most wonderful thing I had in my life.
• "Damn you, Christian! You deserve to live to suffer... to torment yourself all your life and live in the fiercest hell," I said aloud, unable to contain all the emotions that were boiling dangerously inside me.