BRIDGE

A deal with the devil is better than no deal…

I sat alone in my prison cell that evening, staring at the flickering lights of the city outside my window. The heavy weight of regret settled in my chest, each breath a painful reminder of the choice I had made. I ran a hand through my dark, ruffled hair and exhaled deeply, my voice filled with a tinge of melancholy as I began to replay the events that had shaped my life in my head.

You know, they sold us a lie when we were told that tough times make tough people tougher. Well, I have found out that...