Troy woke up on the bathroom floor.
He held onto his chest as he remembered the encounter of the previous night.
His throat felt raw from his cries and his body sore, but he felt the warmth in his chest, heard the words echoing in his mind.
Tramilton, you are mine.

It was all it took to free him of his shackles.
"I met Jesus...", he whispered in disbelief, suddenly so full of adrenaline as he cried out, "I met Jesus!"
His cheeks were flooded with tears as he tried to stand. He felt like he had been reborn as he sobbed and when he finally managed to stand he met his own gaze in the mirror, filled with a new spark - no, with a fire - and a smile filled with joyful disbelief.
He laughed through his tears, grabbing tightly onto the sink because his knees still felt weak as he saw himself looking back at him in the mirror.

He felt overwhelmed and not enough at the same time and stumbled away from the mirror, into his bedroom sitting down, hands shaking as he ran them through his hair.
He felt the warmth in his chest and touched right where he felt it, closed his eyes and muttered - voice thick with tears: "You saved me... Thank you and- and-"
He gasped for air as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Jesus, I'm sorry", he sobbed, "I'm so sorry"

And in an instant the guilt was lifted, because he believed. He believed that Jesus was right there with him, he knew he was right there with him and he knew it was him showing him forgiveness.
Troy couldn't stop crying, felt his heart so filled with not just happiness, but pure, unfiltered joy.

He felt his soul thirsting for more, for God, for his word, for his love, for his grace.
He wiped his tears, took deep breaths and tried to calm, but he felt so loved and his heart softened to the feeling of God's goodness and he couldn't stop crying.
He laid down on his back, looking up at the ceiling, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of pure warmth flooding him until the tears slowly stopped by themselves.

He stood up slowly, washing his face before walking out of his room, down the corridor of the west wing to the mansions library.
He searched the rows until he found it, a book with a leather cover, golden letters spelling on it the title. The holy Bible.
Troy held it in his hands, took a deep breath and pressed it to his chest, when suddenly all the images of partying with his friends shot through his mind, all the nights in the clubs and bars and those days were his pride had filled his entire body and bliss his entire mind.

A choice. Right here. Right now.
The enemy tried to hold him tied to his old self, but he understood so deeply to his core, that God had set him free and suddenly the choice that would've been hard just yesterday was easy to him now.
He opened the bible and sat down in one of the big armchairs in the heart of the library.
And as he read verse after verse he felt the images of the past fade from his consciousness, not bothering and tempting him to fall back into his habits on this day.

He found peace in the word of God.