Chapter 83: The Vanishing

TRAVIS

“This is where the magic happens.”

As far as I could remember, these six words were the only words I said after I left Chuck and Rabiya on the pavement not far from behind the group of students participating in the protest. And thinking about it, I could say that to them, it might have sounded like a promise. Or like a platform. Or like a pledge. Or like something whatever you call when one had said something to you and you just listened at it thinking, ‘this are quite nice words. I will remember these. I will lock these in my ears and I will get back on them when the time comes for them to come true.’ But the truth was, none of these referred to the words I said. Because if I had to think of a word that would best describe the sentence that I blurted out four minutes and fifty-five seconds ago, it should be a ‘lie.’ Yes, it was all just a ‘lie.’