CHAPTER 22: BROKEN, REUNITED

ERIC'S POV   Feeling broken and downhearted, I walked inside my bottle—a bottle of alcohol right in my hand. The day had gotten really dark, and I didn't make my way back to that banquet or my company. I knew what was going to happen if I showed my face. What occurred at the banquet was still on my mind, bringing tons of pain into my heart. I was just harking my mind back to that moment. The anger that materialized in the eyes of each and every individual present at that banquet. I never expected that things would turn out this way. I remembered the young Eric Mandela, moving up to higher heights. intense struggles, tough moments, unbelievable events, and heartbreaking scenes. The hardship engirded me, and I felt like a dying lion, considering myself to be rigorous and hard as a rock. I swam in pain, drinking the waters of agony. The clouds turned dark against me, allied with the lightning that struck me. And the rumbles of thunder were present. Yes, the horrific sounds, terrifyi