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21|𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨

Please, to avoid confusion I have to refer you guys back to the beginning of chapter '18| Yet to Begin'
Because both chapters are kind of connected
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Midas Dion Brume

M I D A S

Averting my gaze from the night sky with it's prominent stars and moon, I raised my wristwatch just below eye level to check the time which read, 10:30pm on the dot.

It was time.

I quickly took out the black nose mask which was deep into the pocket of the baggy sweatpant I wore, as I held it by the stripes and put it around my ears, afterwards, conducted some adjustments so as to properly secure my nose and mouth from being visible.

After that, I wore my headphone which was yet to be connected to my phone, and placed the black hood over my head thereby complementing my appearance to a more mysterious one.

I needed not to be told on the gloominess my outfit portrayed on the outside, as this wasn't the first time I was dressed like this for my usual night escapades.

I let out a sharp breath obstructed by the mask I wore, after I'd look down the railings and saw the distance from where I was to the far ground of the compound.

This wasn't new to me and I was certainly not scared of heights, but tonight as I looked downwards, I began to relive memories of my first night here, and those thoughts on how agitated and scared I was on that day, seemed to impede me from moving or taking another step forward to leave.

My grip on the edge of the balcony railings instinctively tightened just about the same way it did on the night which initiated all of this and most importantly, a new me.

I really had to snap out of this in order to avoid wasting time and digging into buried past.

"You do realize that he is at home, right?"

I could recognize that voice anywhere, it was as usual calm, collected and relaxed with sheer sass at the sharp end of every word she conveyed.

Before I turned to face her, I already imagined her to be standing with legs crossed, together with both hands on the hips and eyes evidently boring holes into my back.

When I eventually turned around, she almost looked exactly like the image I had of her in my head, the only difference was the faint vexation exuding from her right foot which impatiently tapped on the floor.

"What if he gets a whiff of what you're trying to do?" She asked, switching her arms position to a fold.

I sighed, totally annoyed at not only her question but the sudden interruption.

"What do you want Ese?"

"He is around and yo_"

I brusquely cut in on her words, by raising my hand up to put a hold on whatever she was about to say.

"As you can see, I was on my way out before you showed up so what exactly do you want?"

She sighed, then paused for some seconds before she continued. "We need to talk Midas."

"Now is clearly not the time to talk, you know I'm already late so let's save this conversation for later." I explained, trying my best to make her see reasons with me, but she still appeared to be unconvinced.