Trevor pov
Weeks have passed by. I knew I didn't have a choice. I will have to learn to live as a human and carry the burden of the guilt on my shoulders as I did. I spent a few days wallowing and spending the money I brought with me. I had no desire to try and withdraw the money from my account.
Honestly, I had no desire to live. I had nothing with me. What was the point of my existence? I was a waste of space. Yet, I couldn't take my life. Each time I thought about it, I remembered the nice old lady who lived next door. If I die now, she most probably will be reminded of her son's untimely death. She had said that she liked to see me around as I reminded her of her late son.
Although I deserved what was happening to me, she didn't deserve to relive those horrible memories. If my presence is making her life more memorable, then I will live. At least that was something I could do to make someone happy.
"Get a job. Start a life. And beg your wife to forgive you…"