Chapter 54: Roar
3:40 A.M.
He said nothing to me, which was a slight disappointment because I believed that he was a God or hero of sorts and someone I could easily look up to. But he wasn’t anything like that. Instead, he was mortal, like me, without anything spectacular that designed his character, even if he could sketch. Therefore, I thought of reaching to the floor, snagging the Swiss Army knife in my right hand, and falling forward, on to his back. I wanted to drive the hilt of the knife inside the rear of his heart and cut the f*****g organ to shreds, drawing his blood and spilling it over the cottage’s living room floor. I wanted to murder him as he had probably wanted to murder me. But nothing of the sort transpired because maybe we respected each other, but in different ways. I
