Chapter 5: Wrong Choice

Chapter Five: Wrong Choice.

 after two days..

 "Everything was as it were, the same people with their corruption, their hypocrisy, and their lies." Paul was talking to himself.

 "I wonder if all people were on the same line of money, lineage, sons and everything... Will poverty continue in the world? Will diseases continue? Will wars stop?"

 "It would be very stupid for a person to talk like that.. I mean that no one is like another except in some things, all people are different."

 "Even that most of them do not know what is the reason for their existence and why they were born in the first place, and some do not know anything about themselves, contradictory and frightened people.. I wonder if I was one of them."

 “These may be just losers who want something and when they don’t get it they get sad.” He raised his broken phone from the top, and began looking through the missed call log, because he was too lazy to go to the people log.” And I really thought I was making an effort..Huh.. effort without any tangible benefit."

 He raised his phone to his ear after he chose the person.. “The duration of this call is less than one minute,” said the automated voice on the phone.

 "Hmm.. so the subscription will be executed."

 After a period of no more than 17 seconds, "Hello..!" The person answered the phone.

 "Hey, idiot, Josh.. Uh.. can we meet under the footbridge in a little while?" If you have time

 "Hm?..I don't think I have anything, so.. well, I'll just change and then you'll find me there." Josh responded with his usual cheerful words.

 "Well... - he didn't notice that his phone had run out of subscription."

 After he calmed down for a few seconds while rubbing his temple, he raised his head to the ceiling and smiled a little, then said...

 "And one more thing, can you bring some money with me.. Hmm.. if the subscription line has run out."

 "It's good he didn't hear," he sighed.

 He was lying on a light mattress, only a few fingers separated from the wooden floor, and looked at his father, who was sleeping deeply.

 He stood on his feet and walked through his one-room apartment and bathroom, opened the refrigerator and took two triangles of cheese and a piece of bread, took a small spoon and began to crush the cheese on the piece of bread, until he spread the two pieces of cheese completely.

 He began to wrap the bread, then put the spoon in his mouth and began to eat the remnants of cheese from it. He took a blue plastic plate, and placed a piece of bread stuffed with cheese next to his father's head.

 He took the spoon next to the sink, then opened the door and got out.

 Thursday at 12:06 pm.

 The sounds of raindrops smashed into pools of water and then jumped back to it to form several undulating rings on its surface.

 It was a light rain falling from the gray, mournful sky, the smell of wet dirt spread throughout, and with every step he took, the mud stuck to the soles of his shoes.

 The sounds of cars coming and going, as if the world did not want to calm down even for a moment, Paul Benn asked himself, "What would happen if everything calmed down for a second?"

 Well this is the time for students and students to get out of school, so the place is sure to be full of people, buses, and taxis.

 "I'm leaving school..." Paul said calmly.

 Josh replied in an understanding voice, "Is it because of your father?"

 "Sort of.. you know that half the time is wasted between school and work, and also my father has started to forget even my name.. I.. uh.. no.. I don't know, but at least save some money and stay with him, and in the best case he will remember my name." at least." Paul was speaking in a gloomy tone, as if someone was sitting in front of him and choking him.

 Quiet for a while "And another point I may not be able to contact you and Leon anymore because I'm going to sell the phone, and well I'm a bit ashamed to say this - smile a little - I just want you to tell him I'm sorry, I can't say it to his face after what you said that time.. you know ." He was shaking his hands a little nervously, interlacing his fingers or moving them in circles several times.

 "Hmm, actually.. heh.. I'm a little shocked but I can at least excuse you that we'll get in touch from time to time..." Josh said.

 "S.." Paul said.

 Josh continued, "But as for the apology, I'm sorry, you should talk to him, believe me, he'll forgive you, you didn't do something so bad, and smile, head on the plastic bottle, it's all right, everyone makes mistakes, everyone fails, everyone learns and then learns." ."

 "Don't think about it too much, if you need anything... literally anything just knock on my door, and please don't be shy, I'll give everything I have if you want."

 "Well, what I wanted, I got now," said Paul, smiling.

 'Josh'.. “Good.. this thing I'll do my whole life with.. hehe.”

 Paul replied..."Shut up..you idiot hey, but thanks for coming, a really weird feeling has come off even a little bit."

 "Can we stay here for a bit and talk before we go?" Paul said

 "You're really the head of a plastic bottle. How am I going when it's raining?" Josh replied in a light sarcastic tone.

 He smiled, "You know I know this."

 'Josh' Don't worry, we can stay. I have nothing to do but study, but by the way, don't you think dropping out of school is a great option?

 "I know...but huh, I'm almost broke my job cleaning that barber shop isn't enough, so yeah..it would be a final decision..I know I might regret it but I'm not good at studying anyway, so work would be more useful to me, I'll leave her."

 "Hey, imagine I'll come tomorrow and find you in your seat, I swear I'll laugh at you until morning," Josh said, trying to push the look of sadness off his friend's face.

 Paul replied, "Didn't you notice that you've become a comedian at this point?"

 "It's not my fault that I'm a comedian... but if you're going to do well and don't get fired quickly and then say it's all because of the boss, you know that saying, 'Oh, damn what it was'..." Josh spoke softly.

 Paul said, "If it's one of your foolish sayings, keep it in your pocket."

 "No, it's...just," she remembered, "He who can't dance will blame the floor he's dancing on...I really feel like I've become wise."

 Paul calmly looked at Josh, smiling. He always did this when there was no response in his head.

 "Josh, I love you," said Paul.

 Josh replied, "Huh! Are you gay now?"

 "As a friend.. as a friend and not what you think."

 “Hm.. hey, well.. well I was kidding.”

 What Paul was thinking of were unknowns of the future and never clear, everything was so vague to him, he really felt completely lost.

 They are two slightly different people, each with a purpose, a logic of its own, and a future that he controls according to what he sees.

 Empty thoughts stagger from place to place inside their heads, they want to console each other, but they are afraid of a word that will hurt the other party, make him go and run away from him without returning.

 So the only solution is to accept and continue without losses.

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 He felt like he was paralyzed trying to escape drowning and get out of an oil slick in a blue sea. He just smiled when he woke up without speaking, as if he wanted to hear the world around him and he wanted this world to hear it, but at the same time he wanted calm.

 Throughout the night, this despicable hand that he wanted to cut was playing with his private part without stopping until he reached an indescribable orgasm for many times, all that happened was just a feeling of ecstasy, then he did it once, and finally regret, and this is repeated like a circle that does not stop erasing and drawing itself at the same time.

 He was thinking as he said to himself in a low voice, "I did it seven times...or eight? Have you benefited now?"

 Now the regret has reached its greatest, and it is time for self-denial, smashing it into pieces, then trying to collect it with difficulty until it fails again, and repeating by smashing those pieces into smaller pieces.

 "You've always been so nice, why are you so disgusting?" He spoke to himself with some sadness and in a broken voice.

 "You think about her again, you know she's helpless.. You want to do it to her, you want to do it from where you came out, right?" He spoke to himself, closing his eyes.

 "I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot, yeah, I'm an idiot. You're an idiot." He was saying it while hugging his hand tightly and feeling her little hair.

 He thought about it, he knew that what he was trying to resist was just to resist himself for a while, he was fully aware that one day he would do it, he really felt that this day was getting close to his ear and whispered to do it.

 He was broken, thinking many things that might be easy to solve before his eyes, and then that idea appeared.

 "Sever it is the solution..yes."

 He stood up quickly and felt his head had poke his eyes gently because of his increased length, he was breathing from his nose loudly because the mucus had closed one of the two nostrils, he felt some burning with the open hole of his nose, so he raised his hand and rubbed his wrist hard, once, twice, three, then stood in the kitchen after he He reached him as he took his quick steps to him.

 He raised his right hand again, it was trembling a little because of the tension and with the sound of his strange breath coming from his nose, the situation got worse, he moved his thumb and forefinger and closed his nose and squeezed hard.

 He let go of his nose a few seconds later and then began to open that drawer quickly, he was terrified as if he didn't want this feeling to stop now.

 He quickly removed his hands from the stairs, then sat on the ground and began to take off his gray trousers, he was very nervous as he stood on his feet with his left hand, he lowered the trousers and then took them off by his feet.

 He went again to the stairs and began to search again, the clattering of spoons and forks, and then suddenly stopped.

 He began to pull his trembling hand, opening his mouth a little, his yellow teeth from his gums were clearly visible, some white smoke came out of his mouth as he breathed from it, although he was at home, but the weather was really cold.

 He felt that his foot was starting to prick him because the hair of his foot was starting to get erect, and he pulled out a knife with a black handle, it had many teeth and sharp like a small saw.

 She was dancing in the palm of his hand because of the intensity of his trembling, he raised his left hand and moved it towards his penis.

 He held him, his breath getting hotter and sharper, all he could hear were the beating of his heart with malice, and another sound whose voice was as if he was crying out indistinctly from afar.

 "cut up..!." He said as he pulled himself out forcefully.

 He could feel the prick without the knife even touching his penis, he closed his eyes tightly and lifted his trembling head up and down and let out one sharp breath.

 The knife fell to the ground with some blood stuck to a part of it.

 He was lying on the ground groaning loudly, his voice really strange, like that of a dying goat.

 The feeling of the cold ground on his cheek made him relax a little and at the same time he felt his cheek getting wet.

 After moaning that lasted for a few seconds, he began to cry in a shaky voice while embracing himself with his left hand and his right hand holding his injured penis.

 The knife was next to his toe, and he could touch it sharply with his little finger.

 In fact, he did not cut it and will never cut it, because he is a coward who fears pain, well.. Everyone is a coward in front of pain and no one can bear it, as it is something outside anyone's control.

 Leon was slandering himself more and more in his mind for not being able to do it.

 He started to get scared because of the pain that increased how he was going to pull him out and he only hurt him and felt this pain.

 The sound of hate increased inside his head.. It was a loud voice that made his being want to do one thing.

 It was quick and painless if he did it right.

 He never wanted to defile that body from which he came out, so what he thought would be a quick solution, that would save him from remorse and torment.

 Also without harming her, death was the only solution for him.

 Silence swayed back and forth without stopping.

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 She was lying on her right side, placing her entire body next to the small space between the bed and the wall, her soft hand cuddled and looking at one of her arteries, which was blue.

 "Let's think about these aspects of life. Is man a choice, a path, or both?"

 "If he had the choice, everything would be vague without anyone realizing."

 "If it is a path, then this means that life is meaningless."

 “And if they are both together, this may be between the two, it may be good and bad for the person’s decision alone.”

 "Let's leave that aside. There may be a better way than the one we're going to take. One thing can change our whole life."

 “But for a moment, if only a person could distinguish between right and wrong, does that mean that everything he would do was right or wrong?”

 "I mean, it might be right for him, and it might be wrong for someone else."

 "It is possible that the right action of one person's choice may be wrong for another, and that is what I mean."

 "I might be selfish in thinking about it because everyone has their own life, but I think I should, because I never think I've made any clear progress."

 "I feel like everything is progressing in front of my eyes and I am stepping back and all I do is stand and look."

 "But is what I'm doing right or wrong?"

 Lesia was talking to herself with questions that might cross anyone's mind before making any decision, or what she thought was strange thinking after waking up.

 She is afraid to do anything and take a step that might be a trap for her, but at the same time if she stays inside this house it will be useless and without any decision even, so for her the best decision is to leave until a while.

 And without any feeling of guilt.

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