Some of it is repairable, other parts - fuck it, I say. Let it lay.I could feel her grin. I was proud of her.What about your lost years? Josh asked.Lo...t years?Yes, those years when you couldn't maintain personal relationships, even friendships, the years when you couldn't function sexually.Ah, those years. Lost is a good description for those years. Except for my work, Josh, I'm going to write off those years.Do you have any past connections with people that you misused that you'd like to. I felt happy seeing my mother recovering well, but was puzzled of what has happened for this sudden change in her. I had breakfast, got ready for my job and with the same spirit I left to office.The routine continued for few days until one day I got up early in the morning and I saw my mom still doing the same rituals in her room. This time she was even wearing a white gown, surrounded by candles like ritual and doing strange gestures. I totally lost it, trashing everything and yelled at her, ”. His face was calloused, dirty and tanned from what I could guess wouldbe from many days of working in the hot sun. But, I was drawn to hispiercing blue eyes, which assured me almost that he could do no wrongand no evil intent lay behind them. He was clothed in blue overalls withlong white sleeves from his thermal shirt he was wearing under itstretching to his hands. These overalls were faded blue, bearing freshdirt stains from what I could infer would be from what he was doingoutside. . " said the man. "Life."Catheryne and Jordan traded glances. It was a brilliant scheme, on the whole. It tapped into the man's insecurities and provided a way for Temaile to manipulate him. It made her the final authority on everything he did. And, clearly, it had worked."She made me kill people," said the man. Strangely, he sounded sad. "I have had to kill... And many of them were innocent. No wrong-doing in their lives, not that would have merited death. I never understood. What is so.