It's been an hour and none of us have tried starting a conversation.
Well , I know its my responsibility to start talking and to create a comfort zone, but whenever I look towards him, I see his unruly eyebrows and chapped lips.
After another half hour, I finally decide to begin the conversation.
"What's that mark on your forehead?", I ask.
His brown eyes turn towards me and in a soft voice he replies,
"It's a scar from childhood."
He runs his long fingers through the scar. And he adds,
"This is the deepest scar I have."
Before I could stop myself I ask,
"You mean the deepest physical scar?"He gives a deep smile and just nods.
His smile slightly relaxes me.
"Okay so Ethan...uhhh I hope you don't mind me calling you by your name?"
"Oh , absolutely not."he says.
"Thanks. So what's your daily routine.What do you do ?" I ask.
"I don't mind answering these questions Mia but its better if we get to the point. I mean let's just talk about what we're here for."
"OUCH."
I say to myself which I guess was too loud.
He just looks at my face as if he searching for something. After some seconds he looks away. "Tell me your story Ethan. What makes you what you're right now?"
"My wife makes me what I am right now."he said in a really harsh voice.
"Wife?" I ask.
"Yeah, the same."
"What did she do?" I ask curiously
"She left me when I needed her the most."
I look into his painful eyes. I can feel his pain in my chest.
"Why did she do that?"I ask.
"For some asshole who she taught would giver her everything I couldn't" He says in an aggressive voice. After that none of us said nothing.
Its been only two hours with him and I am exhausted and all I can think about is sleep.
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•The Journey•
RomansMy name is Mia. Mia Mc Coy. I am from Ahmedabad , Gujarat. And a major in psychology. Life's been a chaotic mess for the past two years. But, I guess, that might all change when I meet him. Embark on this journey with me where I find out the darkest...
