Bab 606: Living is different from existing.

The way Ezekiel was on the far corner of his room and the rest of us blocking the exit put a tremendous amount of pressure on his nerves. He started sweating even more as he tried to look for a friendly face but even his mom was being kept outside. He was shrinking and shrinking and he was this close to having a panic attack.

Ezekiel placed his hands inside his pockets to prevent us from seeing them shake uncontrollably, "L-L-Look! I-I-I-I-I U-Um-"

I leaned over close enough to see his faint freckles, "Where did you get that picture? That's not recent in any way."

"I-I-I-I-I c-can't u-um I-I'm her-"

"Her what?! Are you gonna fucking stutter all day or am I gonna start breaking your fingers like your sentences?! YOU'RE HER WHAT?!"

"SHE- SHE USED TO BE MY JUNIOR, O-OKAY?! WE WENT TO THE SAME-"

I cut him off again because I suddenly recalled everything about this motherfucker.