Mathew walked through the school's corridors in silence.
He fixed his clothes to the bare minimum that wouldn't break the moral code of the world a week prior, unable to be bothered to do even the tiniest bit more to fix his attire.
He didn't wait for his girls to join him either, even though he had no doubts they would be eager to do so, especially after the recent heated fight.
And yet, he still walked forth, unable to focus on any of the details of the classrooms he was passing.
'At least they already cleaned the corridors up,' he thought after several moments, unable to think about anything else but what was right before his eyes.
Mathew then closed his eyes and allowed the memory of how the corridor looked to guide his steps forward.
'Why do I feel like that?' he asked himself once his foot struck the concrete step, making him start raising his feet so that he could climb the stairs.
'Why do I feel like a complete filth?'
Got tickets for tomorrow. Tomorrow chapter will be quite early (so I won't have to write it on the train) and starting the day after tomorrow, we are back to 2ch/day!