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The wind blew with great velocity outside, but not a single blow seemed to affect Gian’s house. Apparently, all houses are tightly insulated in Canada. Which is unsurprising because I used to live in one of these years ago. but it came as a strong surprise to Kyo, who complimented the warmth of the inside as soon as she entered through the front door. After our reunion, Gian turned around and met the company. She immediately recognized Trigman. And he continued to introduce his husband, who was les that enthusiastic with his greeting. Kyo on the other hand was hesitant. When all was said and done, Gian offered us a bed and warm dinner at her place. We all hopped in our car and followed her through the downtown on this small town to a closed alley. There were nine houses and a cul-de-sac. Gian’s was fourth, on the right side of the street. We parked our cars in her driveway and followed her in her dimly lit house. She gave us a change of footwear and guided us t...

The morning sun peeped through the large windowpane. The soft warmth of sunlight hit my face as the sun struggled to find its place amongst the thick, black clouds. it was the dawn of a new day, and I felt usual after surviving another night on this planet.  I slowly opened my eyes to somebody poking on my skin. My body ached as I tried to move my joints. A crumbled body on a couch was not an adequate example of a night well spent. When I came to realization that it was my wife, Kyo, who was poking on my right thigh, I jolted for a second. I came back to the realization of where we were and what I was doing. Slowly, everything came back to me. What I had done last night, and what was to be done in the future. “Kyo, why are you up so early? Go back to bed. you still are suffering from jet lag, right?” “No, not really. I was unconscious for the most part, so I don’t remember too much of last thirty-eight hours. Frankly speaking, I’m not to keen to find out anyway...

The three of us at the table were silent. The silence was not for a moment.  No Maybe it was eons long.  No. Maybe an era passed before I came to my senses. Everything seemed black to me. The future didn’t matter suddenly. I was not crying, but I wanted to. I was not calm, but I tried my best. Somehow, I knew that the reason why Brad was Brad and not Blessing is Madonna. All I was hoping for was a little issue, any little mistake on Brad/Blessing’s part so as I can stand next to Madonna. How can a human being be so despicable to someone that they force another to change their entire being? What I was feeling was rage, towards Mad. Pity, for Brad. And misery, for myself. All of us were silent at the table. Brad was looking at me with a stern gaze, whereas Amaan sat down quietly chowing down her breakfast. “I-I-I’m re-real-really sorry,” I wanted to apologize to Brad, even before I had heard her complete story. He raised his finger and po...