X.3

ROGER WILLIS

“Idris—” My breathing began to go shallow as I called out for his name. The look painted on his face was both a mixture of anger and a smite of a melancholic hue.

“I…I can’t.”

I’m finally seeing emotion resonate from him and I’m certain that it should feel good to know that he’s just as human as I am. However, I’m getting this growing feeling that I shouldn’t have forced him into this conversation.

Idris inched his way towards the nearest wall and just began punching it as if it’s a punching bag. I could see him trying to control the anger engulfing his senses yet the anger was overwhelming enough that even his toughness couldn’t contain it.

“W-what are you doing, Idris?” I inquired as I’m absolutely baffled by this kind of behavior. While he always has this cold and stern disposition ever since I’ve met him, he’s not some sort of a short-fuse. Right now, he’s acting like a teenager with a built-up anger.

“You don’t understand, Roger.”

“What do I don’t understand?”