A Moment of Guilt

Billings dipped into a skibidi vibe, reflecting on the icy crack of his past, like a toilet flushing memories. He ran, lowkey a coward, to an all-night diner, drowning in coffee. The dawn broke with guilt as he faced the accusing stare of the kid on the floor. A tiny drop of blood, but the weight was sigma heavy. Rita knew the truth he hid behind his goon facade. Dr. Harper, like a dank guardian, offered a way to edge past the guilt, but Billings was not ready to ship that baggage. He laughed emptily, leaving the office like a ghost, a haunting reminder of what was left unsaid.