THE EASTERN EMPIRE

MILES AWAY FROM WHITE MOUNTAIN PACK

Riaz's Point Of View

Breathing heavily, I set under a palm tree on the beach. I took off the hoodie of my cloak and reached for the bottle of water in my backpack. Like a thirsty camel, I gulped it down thirstily. I've been journeying for a whole week. I didn't know what I was thinking when I left the pack. 

Maybe I just couldn't take it. It was hard walking and seeing him. He rejected me. I was no longer a brother nor a friend to him. I was just Riaz. I thought, maybe I should pretend like I was...