Keith regained consciousness in his world once again, the conversation with Corian still lingering in his mind. Years of yearning for revenge had to be settled in just three days. How? The question echoed in his mind.
Getting up from the bed, he walked towards the washroom. A cold shower was the first step to cooling his head. The icy water numbed his pounding headache, a hangover from drowning himself in alcohol the night before. From the drawer, he picked casual clothes and got ready, planning something. It had been years since he made a comeback like this.
"Keith…" Evan's furious voice rang from outside, accompanied by a sharp knock on the door.
"Come in…" Keith replied, fastening the last button of his shirt.
Evan, who had stormed in, ready to scold him for ruining himself with drugs and alcohol, froze in place. Seeing Keith standing there—calm, collected, and sober—was a shock. "Am I dreaming?" he muttered, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips.
