Miran has always known hate, it's been his constant companion ever since he could remember. The constant harboured hate never left his heart, but rather grew and extended to his life, towards whose whom he was supposed to love, towards himself and towards the world around him. He'd only realise when it's too late that he morphed himself into the very thing he despised the most - his father.

Inevitable Heritage

Miran threw his food on the lunch table next to Emin as he took a seat next to his friend, his eyes were still bloodshot from smoking cannabis and he wouldn’t stop coughing. “What? Again?” Emin sighed. He was disappointed but not surprised, he was familiar with his friend’s habits. 


“Let me live my life, okay? Shut up for once!” Miran retorted, his defensive tone letting Emin know to save his advice and lectures. 


Emin shrugged, leaving the topic to rest. “Where’s Elias?” He asked as he usually was by Miran’s side, his partner in crime. 


“Too wasted, too battered, he’s not coming in today.” Miran uttered as he got comfortable in his seat. 


“He got a blow to the stomach after smoking, he kept throwing up and I had to get him home but I don’t think he’s well yet. But hey! We know what we’re doing! So don’t concern you-” 


“I didn’t say anything.” Emin shook his head, shooting Miran an annoyed look. 


Chapter fourteen