CHAPTER 30- Two Weeks Late!

"I'm sorry!" The voice pleaded again enthusiastically.

This was the fourth time Ibrahim was apologizing like this. Tisane was beginning to get a full blown migraine from seeing the tears and snot emerging from Ibrahim's face.

"Its okay Ibrahim" Tisane replied again for the fourth time.

"How can you say its okay?" Ibrahim cried. "I broke your door!"

"No y--*sigh*"

'No you didn't' Tisane repeated this in his mind again and again. He knew that Ibrahim's feeble knocking, no matter how annoying it was couldn't have even put a dent in the door much less fling it across the room like that. He looked at his hand again amidst Ibrahim's continuous pleading.

How did he just do that? At the moment of physical interaction between his hand and the door knob, he felt an inexplicable rush of strength, the likes he had never felt before. What was that? Adrenaline? As he was still pondering on this, that rush of pain in his head attacked him again. But noticeably, the pain h
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