part two of the story I wrote for my friend’s birthday.
This is the second part of the story I wrote for farhinhusain’s birthday.
Vivid portrayals wrapped themselves around his mind, engulfed his senses, drowned out the rest of the world around him. They calmed the crushing need to be recognized, to be understood.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he laughed at the irony. He was using the action as a means to escape from the consequences of the action.
There was a shove to his side, and he almost fell over from his chair, not so much from the strength of the shove as from shock and momentary panic. His arm throbbed. Ishti and Dip stood over him, glaring, and their expressions demanding attention. The rest of his surroundings slowly came back into focus. A cacophony of white noise, the faint aroma of many different types of food mingled together.
His mind was still repeating the…
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