It was already nighttime, Denzel sat in an alley between two houses that were merely occupied. No one could notice him since that place was very murky.
He folded his left leg up, resting his left arm on it while the other leg lay straight on the ground.
He kept reminiscing about everything that had gone awry because of him, starting from his friends, till the deaths of his dad. It stung him greatly in his heart thinking about them.
Even to him, he felt his sister might have probably been killed too. He was fed up with all of it.
"Should I just end my life? Maybe all these disastrous occurrences would just stop." Denzel muttered to himself. Ted kept calling him, but he refused to pick up the call, his reasoning heading to the point that he might lose Ted if he didn't distance himself from him.
