"Thank you! For showing me the right path. Look! I am walking straight, I have taken the right turn. Hurrayy!" He exclaimed in sheer sarcasm.
He smirked a little as he continued, "hey, thankyou finch! But what makes you think it's so easy to stay on the right path? I am stuck. I am clueless, this path leads to nowhere and bright beginning dwindles to dark thread lines. It is not the first time that I am trying to advance on the right path but I fail and this time is no exception. I am looking back already".
He exhaled heavily and his face was grin.
" you showed me the right path and I took off. Little did I know that there would be turns, ups and pits and you won't be around to take the lead. I am lost. Finch! I want to shout. This road has brought me in the middle of a maze and I want to cry on top of my lungs, because I know nothing."
"I know nothing and progression sounds like a myth. I am failing. I don't like to fail, it frustrates me and a frustrated me is someone nobody likes to know." He added, while his pupils dilated, respiration accelerated and voice trembled, quite noticeably.
His words and tone sounded like a lot of hatred and anger. Grinding his teeth real hard, he looked right into her eyes. This stare was so sharp, so much like a razor blade that cut deep in finch's eyes. She felt that the whole room did a barrel roll around her.
This stare continued to dig her eyes but all the anger and hatred was now replaced by what was apparently contentment and peace. He widened his thin lips into a soft little smile and said, "I don't like to be stranded and clueless so listen carefully my lady. My name is seleron and in my head is clarity. I won't stop. I won't advance on a clueless path regardless of it being the right one. It may sound stupid but finch! It's not my fault, there was never, no one to guide me through. My hand has been held and left in the middle quite a few times. I don't believe anymore. It is too late now. I have established the fact that I am on my own and there is nothing that I want to choose.
I don't mind when they say that I am sowing my wild oats. I don't mind because I am, for a matter of fact, sowing my wild oats"
Seleron didn't wait for finch to respond, he snorted another bit of cocaine and left office room saying, "and it is working out for me".
