THERE'S NOTHING MUCH WORSE THAN ANTICIPATION.
I am walking towards the light. (Pun unintended) Slowly making my way downstairs. Lowell's bored face welcomes me.
He ruffles his hair in frustration. "Bro,"he says. "I swear if you are going to tell me that Death-Cast called you. I promise that my fist right here is going to end up in your bloody nose."
I shut up. There was no point in telling him. If I waste my saliva explaning to him that the call I had just received two hours ago was real I might even be dead before I could live my life to its extent.
I walk pass him. Brushing my shoulders against his. "Is this your way of saying 'I'm sorry' because I have figured out your plan?"
Again I stay silent piercing him with the same cold eyes of sadness that The Call has given me two hours ago. "Fine then, live your life! Screw people with your fake death. Have them give you luxuries because you've got The Call"
At that moment I could feel my chest expanding to the size of a hot air balloon.
And with a strike of a match I explode.
"If that's you're way of saying your condolences," I say under my strong facade. "Then thank you!"
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