The First Face-off

Ibhaan’s Head:

The world outside oddly resembles my mood. It’s gloomy, drizzly and sad. However, it is bearable unlike the agony deep in my heart that is compelling me to bleed or just die.

Arin has gone too far. I ball my fist to the side and heave out a long breath before I bring the cigarette back to take a drag.

‘Where is Thomas?’ I ask Adrian who eyes the burning stick in my hands before looking at me. Luckily, he keeps his mouth shut. I don’t think I would have handled had he decided to lecture me about the combustion of lungs and duh!

I am pissed and at least to say already done.

Adrian gestures to the private space behind us. Of course, it’a state owned hotel. The First Person, Thomas would be surrounded by his legal hawks. I could see him screaming at his solicitor at the top of his lungs while the little army from his political campaign shuffled through piles of papers.

‘Did you sleep a wink last night? You look like crap.’ Adrian rubs a hand over my back. ‘What’s the poi