Pride meets nonchalance and loses its relevance. Dahlia only wanted him at her feet but fell in his stead. She is really triggered by just that one pair of eyes that are never on her. Her pride-induced hysterics don’t move him till he gets to the bottom of things only to reveal the one thing they shared in common. Slowly, he understands and cures her of pride with pills of love.

Pride Pills

There are a few things I knew clearly that I couldn’t do. But if anyone were to tell me that I didn’t know how to relate to sickle cell anaemic people, I would outright lash out at them that that’s a big fat lie. This is something I thought I was good at, but apparently not. In fact, in that sense, I have failed myself as a person. 


Yesterday, when I went give the key to Klaus, I just don’t know how come I was overwhelmed and moved by guilt and so I decided to talk to him and apologize about a few things just to get them off my chest. Turns out this guy is a real sensitive one. Nope, actually I’m the one who struck a nerve. 


He walked out of my sight telling me to save my pity as I tried to apologize to him for being so mean and petty to him while he was battling sickle cell anaemia. Okay, now that I think about it, that is a very horrible thing to do. Only being nice to someone because you think they’re helpless in a way. I tried to right a wrong but ended up doubling it. Typical Dahlia huh. 


Now I have to apologize again but it’s quite obvious that I’m going to piss him off again. I know better than to pour gasoline in burning fire. I should back off. I am really dreading going to work in the office with Klaus. How is he going to be like this time? No one knows for sure. 


Work together in the office today was something else. It wasn’t tension, or minding of one’s business. But something was just really off about the atmosphere. Anyway, Klaus seemed to be doing all the work while I scanned around for little things to do. 


Well I wanted to offer him a helping hand but I changed my mind because I didn’t want him thinking he was too weak and pitiful to work on his own. I watched him move stuff around. 


After 2 hours of him carrying and moving stuff around and me just walking around, I shamelessly walked out of the office right after him. He stayed back to lock up and walked right past me without a word. The school was empty now and I was getting scared of the gloom in the hallway so I run right out after him. Klaus! I called out after him in my head. 


It’s been about two days since Dahlia spoke about me being sickle cell anaemic. I was really mad about that but I feel I should be used to such reactions and utterances by now. I can’t tell whether she is mad or just indifferent because we haven’t spoken in two days. 


During work in the office, she just moves about, touching irrelevant things as if she was waiting to be instructed. Well, I wasn’t going to instruct her ever because she would probably call me her boss again. I rather kept myself occupied. 


If we keep working at this pace, it’ll probably take us the whole of our high school life to renovate this messy rat hole of an office. 


Today Mr. Acquah excused us from working in his office. He claims has to finish up some work and doesn’t need our disturbance. Good thing, because I’m drained and could really use some good sleep, honestly. 


Picked Scab