Three Sides of a Triangle

Chapter 2-Bros

Akan, Alan and Maya started living together in twelfth grade, in a cozy and comfy house near their school, cause they wanted to live together to prepare for university. Their parents agreed and they all bought a house for them. 

   "AAAH! What was that! Who is responsible for this!" He woke up, drenched in the icy water that Alan had thrown on his face to awaken him. He was not sleepy anymore.

   "Took you long enough," Alan said, holding the bowl the water had been put in. "I kept telling you to wake up, but you were sound asleep! Have you not been sleeping enough these days, or are you just lazy?" He continued as he put the bowl down on the bedside table and looked into his friend's eyes, who was in deep reflection.

   Why did that nightmare feel so vividly real? Or perhaps, was it a premonition? Will I truly witness the passing of those closest to my heart? Holding Alan's lifeless body, tears streaming for him and countless others—could it be a forewarning from above? Is the war drawing nearer than I had dared to imagine? These questions, swirling incessantly in his mind, were becoming an unbearable burden.

   Alan was moving his lips and opening his mouth, but he did not hear any sound come out. He kept staring at his friend, a distant look in his eyes as his senses slowly woke up as well.

   "Hey, you in there? Helloooo! Akaaan!" Alan kept uttering since he still was not getting a response.

   Akan... yes... named after my grandfather, Akan the Wise.

   "I am indeed here, though feeling a tad weary at the moment." Akan finally replied, having recovered all his senses. His companion nodded understandingly, taking the bowl from the nightstand, and walking out of the room before saying "Lunch is ready, get ready quickly! Maya and I are hungry!"

   Maya, Maya. She was nowhere amidst the ruins of his dreams. Was there significance in her absence? Where might she be found? Where, in this chaotic world, could answers be unearthed? The library, our bastion of knowledge, razed to ashes by a stray bomb dropped from a distant plane months ago. A mere hour's journey from here, it now stands as a testament to loss. All other repositories of wisdom lie days away, inaccessible in this wretched war-torn landscape.