Chapter 28. Have We Met?

Rushing into my car, I’m unable to breathe.

I watch myself sweating through the rear-view mirror, tugging at the neck buttons of my shirt as I tip toward the point of hyperventilation.

“Fuck…” I mutter, grabbing a bottle of water from the dashboard and gulping down the whole content but feeling extremely nauseous later.

Resting my head on the steering wheel for a while seems like the only thing to do now. And it does relief the nauseousness a little before I finally find the courage to drive.

However, I start feeling a little defeated and dis-motivated once more. Getting home only worsened the feeling.

Maybe I need to wake up. I need something to spark my anger far more than my pain.

I need to look at Zeath with an enemy’s eye rather than a victim’s eye. I need to stee