lling out to them. The panic visibly written across Moses's face forced him to put one foot in front of the other until they reached Chuza'

folded between his legs with creases appearing on his forehead. When no one

ng the wheel until they were gliding down the empty

laugh, Naza squirmed in th

ryone's best interest to listen. Moses couldn't explain it, no matter how much his friends tried to pry the i

eyes met with Chuza's. They shared a knowing look. "On a scale of one to ten, ho

e forever bitching about his boring life. The only thing Moses said was: reschedule your flight. His excitement waned, he refused and

ir religious friend was gifted, throw in the few times he saved them from their foolishness in minor seminary, they were certain Moses

sucking the air out of the

a steered the conversation to neutral grounds. "D

op

onths. With his gift came the realisation he couldn't help as many people as he wanted. Asking people to leave a place or stop whatever

lips when he turned to him was too fake to be ignored

not a b

e would get so he asked Ch

was swift

sent him with love emojis at the end. Without meaning to, he tapped on his browser, bringing to life the front page of his blog. No co

tinue. When Chuza didn't, he threw his phone on the floor,

beca

of his nails helped him voice out his observations. "I think Nene is skipping meal

raid they would comment on her shape. But no one cared, he didn't and the moment they grew closer, he never failed to mention that. Still, it didn't stop him f

s and it affected her more than she let on. Starvation followed, bulimia came next and his heart forgot how to function when he received a call from a hospital. The ensuing months saw him j

room were the constant sources of his worry. She denied obsessing over her weight but it was obvious she did in the way she picked her meals, jumped from a tren

was grateful he didn't have to pick his girlfriend over his friends and vice versa. Chuza honked at the emp

ixated on the man fumbling with the seatbelt of the

tell them?"

n't k

hat grew to a point of suffocation as they neared the diner. The sound of sirens blasted the air, the car sto

e looked away, goosebumps covered his skin. His heart sank. Closing his eyes to clear the images crawling their way into his subconscious, he murmured a silent praye

rt ached on behalf of his friend. If he knew how, he would have helped but he didn't. Wednesday was the one time they got to spend with

til they did. All the poor guy had to work with was an insane clawing in his guts that only went away after

rtially blamed himself, this gut feeling never showed itself except he or Chuza w

, the car glided down the road in the direction of t