𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 (𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 #𝟻)

Chapter 32

This chapter and the next will be majorly about the symposium. You guys should please not skip anything because it can help you learn about addictions and how to overcome it. See this as my little rant on Addictions. I hope you learn a thing or two.

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"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅."
_𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏.

𝕁𝔸𝕄𝔸𝕃

Fingers nervously playing with the strap of backpack, I walked through the vaguely familiar hall way. It was vague because it's been a while since I've been here and I  wasn't sure how he'd react to me coming back to him, especially after all the insults and disrespectful words I had hurled at him the last time I was here. But I was ready to take my chances.

I needed to see him or I'll just go insane.

Maybe I'm already insane. I thought to myself, reaching the familiar white wood door.

I really hope he's in. I prayed within myself, raising my fist up to knock the door. When I didn't hear anything, I knocked again, but this time I got an answer.

"Come in." His deep voice called. I exhaled, feeling even more nervous than I was while walking through the hallway. I swallowed, bringing my hand to the knob and turning it open, revealing his office and him, sitting down on his chair, writing down something.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to face him. I wasn't even sure if he was ready to see me. I disrespected him, walking out on him. I won't be surprised if after he realizes I'm the one, he walks me out of his office.

"You know, mosquitoes are entering my office o. If you want to enter, you better enter." His words startled me, knocking the breath right out of me. I looked at him. His head was still down, as he kept writing to like he had not just spoken to me.

Did he even know it was me in his office?

"Jamal, enter, close the door and take a seat. Mosquitoes." He repeated, calling me name this time and confirming that he knew it was me. I took a deep breath and walked further in, shutting the door behind me before slowly and consciously walking to sit down.

The room suddenly became very silent, safe for the sound of Faizal's pen scribbling what nots inside the jotter. I didn't even know how to start a conversation at that point so I went ahead to start massaging my fingers against the bandage around my hand. Though, I couldn't stop the nagging feeling I kept having at the pit of my tummy to apologize for everything I did and said the last time I was here.

I should apologize.

"I'm sorry," I said, head hanging down because I couldn't look him in the eye. That's how ashamed I was. The scribbling stopped and I felt Faizal's eyes on me. Still looking at my fingers, I continued.

"I'm so sorry for being so disrespectful that day. Though I didn't agree with all you said, I could have handled it better instead of snapping at you and insulting you. I shouldn't have done that." I concluded, raising my head up a bit to peek at him but I immediately looked back down when I saw him leaning lazily against his chair, staring at me.

Why do I feel like a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar?

"How have you been, Jamal." Came the shocking question. My head jerked up and I looked at Faizal. He had a lazy smile playing on his lips as he kept peering at me, his finger stroking his chin. I had not expected him to ask me that kind of question just yet but I really wanted to pour everything out to him, to tell him everything that has been going on.