Chapter 11: I FEEL IT COMING"Come on Rizla, I need to get to the office, let me in.""I'm sorry Robert but I have been given strict instructions from the management themselves to bar your entry into the office. Into the entire building to be honest.”"Come on big guy, you're really going to fuck me over like this? After all the stuff we've been through?""I'm sorry Robbie.""Remember that one time when you got sick and you couldn't write your letter to explain to the management why exactly you got sick? Who wrote the letter for you?""It was you" the buff security guard said, his arms still folded across his chest."And that time you wanted to buy a laptop? Who not only got you the perfect one, but also set it up and gave you fifa20”?"It was you" Rizla said, even sadder"So please man, just let me in, and say I clocked in by twelve or something. We’ll be able to sort ourselves out from the—""It's three in afternoon Robe–""Yes I know it's three in the afternoon but just lie to them

Chapter 13: Someone Forgot the Popcorn"Left hand, Right hand, Waves, Vase from cremation. Left hand, right hand, waves, vase from cremation" he repeated, trying to make sense of the carvings on his 'giftbox'. "Makes no sense." He said, gently dropping the box back on the bed, and looking at his hands. "Come on Robbie. We can do this. Let's try this one more time." He stood up from the pile of clothes he'd fallen on, completely naked but he cared little to nothing about that. Something was going on, and he was going to find out. Walking up to the mirror, he eyed his reflection, taking note of any and everything he possibly could. His murky eyes, black, relaxed afro, his fading mustache, tense jaw and his chubby cheeks, everything on his face. His almost fading abs that were gradually starting to be replaced by a pot belly and his loopy chest. "Good. Let's try this again, shall we?" Reaching for the ring, still lying on his poorly laid bed, he eyed every single detail on it. Not that

Chapter 15: Let’s Get Down To Business"So umm… just run it back. Run all of this…" he said, with his arms in the air, "...run all of this back.""What more should I say that I haven’t already told you Robbie boy. I'm just your reflection.""Really? I didn't notice. Cause you're not really…" he plumped down to the bed, "... You're not really doing reflection type shit right now. And it's freaking me the fuck out.""Really Rob? After all the shit you've been through, this is the one thing that's freaking you out?""Look, I'm not really going with the idea I'm speaking to my fucking shadow here. You're supposed to be quiet, and copying me, and not engaging me in a conversation.""And you’re supposed to look like a human being. Not some walking dead type of shit. So get your head out of your ass, and stop exaggerating. This is all because of that ring you got there." It said, pointing to Robert's middle finger. Robert looked down at his patchy hand and noticed the ring too. "So you're b

Chapter 17: Everything’s Okay"Open up. Taylor, I know you’re in the there. Upon this goddamned–" the completely drunk character said, banging on the door, only for it to slowly creak open."Robert? What are you? Look, I know you're pissed but you have to–""Shut it. I don't want to hear one word. This time you… you listen to me." He said, almost staggering back in the process."Just come inside. Let's talk about this like civilized –""Liar. You lied to me. I was nothing but completely honest and open with all of you, and all of you, lied to me." He said with a hiccup. "You know, i get the fact that we're all supposed to grow up, but I'm not sure that means we should just forget what we all were. And I'm pretty dogged on the fact that you guys weren't supposed to take a piss on what we all shared.” He said, audibly angry. “You know…you know how many times I'd get flashbacks of the moments we'd spent at Maya’s? You know how many times I wish I could just go back there for a second and

Chapter 19: Delivery For…Childhood. The joy that comes with going through that stage of life is so underrated. I mean sure, some people didn't exactly have it good growing up, and might just be doing a whole lot better now that they’re all grown up. But others? My God, that was the life. To have people at your beck and call, attending to you and you could just choose whether or not to give a fuck? To have almost everything you wanted at the tip of your fingers? To have so many people care so much about you and the slightest sneeze or cough could get you a warm bath, hug or snack. Damn, that was definitely the life. Nowadays my adolescent ass gets stared at, not even "bless you'd" when I cough a little too hard. My point though, living as a small kid, maybe even a baby, was ironically enough, living large. The slightest stuff could easily garner attention. Nowadays the struggle for attention is infinite, and the attention you actually get, infinitesimal. The responsibilities, having