CHAPTER 19

  His bloodshot eyes stared into the mirror which was a bit foggy due to the steam that had emanated from the shower. He raised his pruned hand to wipe off the haze that had covered the surface of the mirror as he continued to stare at his appearance.

  He had spent quite a long time in the shower, his mind drifting off to the beautiful and classy pest that had infested his thoughts. She hadn't left his mind since the first time they had met and the urge to even think about her had surprisingly grown rapidly when she had - on their second meeting - dared to speak those disturbing words that had stabbed right into his past.

  It seemed as though even thinking about her now became a natural thing. Like his life was a desert of immeasurable acres of hot sand; his life, a torrid and arid place and she was his source of water.