It would’ve been easier for me to back down, just like the last time. The stakes are high and the sooner I prolong it, the closer I get to the brink of death. The only difference is that, this time, I’ve decided to finally face it. Not because I want to, but because the universe conspire for us to meet… again.
He really made a good impression with his mere conceitedness (and credentials, apparently). His mouth drew out words of nothing but self-appraisal and mastery of everything you wish you knew. And soon as he sits upon his throne, you can only wish for an unwavering bravery even if it’s just a so-so act. Because weakness has no room for him – a curse for someone who can easily be faltered by words and criticisms, which is unfortunately me.
These are the times when I wish I was braver as Arya Stark or smarter as Hermione. But I can only wish but never be.