Chapter 29: Reconciliation

Clinton was subjected to the greatest reality check of his 18 years of existence.

For the first time in his life, he was made to understand that he was nobody.

For the first time in his life, he was made to understand where he stood in the grand scheme of things.

He was made to understand that he was just a cog in the grand wheel of existence, a cog that could be rejected and discarded at wheel.

For the first time in his life, he felt ugly.

For the first time in his life, he understood rejection.

All these were things and emotions that Clinton had never experienced in his 18 years of existence before now and as expected, experiencing it was draining.

“Uhh,” Clinton groaned as his hollow eyes looked at the gloomy skies of this forest. “Now would be a good time to end it all, right?”

As soon as he muttered that, he let the seed of thought generate in his head, watered by his emotions as it blossomed into a sapling and then a big tree.

The idea of committing suicide was getting more prom