Chapter 43

Now, look at me. I am a thirty plus man with a shitty apartment that costs an arm and a leg and a dead love life." Shabaz sighs, letting his hand drop sadly at his side. "You do not have to regret what did or did not do. Or what you could have done. The past is gone, it can not be changed. Learning this is the first key to acceptance." Lewis advices Shabaz. He has switched to therapist mode. Shabaz looks like a man who has been molded by trauma. So, he lets him open up slowly. 

"I know the past can not be changed but some times it lingers in the present. It lingers in the voices in my head sometimes." He confesses while he brushes at the base of Lewis's neck, taking off any stray hairs. 

"What voices do you hear in your head?" Lewis asks gently. "Never mind… I was just being stupid." Shabaz tries to shut it down but deep down he wants to pour his heart out. 

"I am done." Shabaz announces. He lifts up the cloth that was pegged around Lewis's neck. Lewis stan