I have zero courage, yet my legs start aiming homeward, if I can call it that. I know I have no choice in this at all. It’s a clear-cut decision—remorse and beg for forgiveness OR ultimate painful death. I get up and will myself to turn towards the road and head towards the direction of Alexi’s house. It’s about a thirty-minute walk or more, and if I don’t go now, I will end up sleeping out here and probably decide to throw myself in the ocean as it’s a far better choice than any ...