Don't look at me

Francis Bacon - Self Portrait (1971)

He threw the glass at the mirror with all his might, shatter the mirror into small pieces, multiplying his reflection over 30 times.
He stared at the different reflections of his face as they fell to the floor. He was so disgusted with himself. He didn't know what to do with himself.

He hated himself.

All that man ever did was be kind to him. He took him under his wing. An orphan child with no prospects. He gave him a home, an education, a life. He grew up seeing this man, in all his power, grown men going out of their way to be in his good graces. He wanted that power. He hungered for it.

He got it.

At a price that should have never been paid. He sold his father, his family, and his own soul. He now has all the power he could have ever wanted. What use is it to him now? To gain everything, he gave up everything. He wants out. He wants back in. He misses his father. He can't though; the devil owns him.
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You know what I'm going to say... Whomever this made you think of...

It's never too late to apologize.

"El Dante"