CHAPTER 203: THE RACE

Via

My capacity to differentiate between the two ideas, truth and falsehoods, had been completely rendered ineffective. I started to get the feeling that I was either being held up or that I was going in circles wherever I went. I felt as like I was in the midst of a never-ending conflict, one that I was well aware I would never be able to win but that I much desired.

"Aye, you ready?" Aiden asks me, holding a strange-looking tiny breakfast burrito on a platter.

"For what exactly?" I inquire, looking down at the little burrito, unsure if I should actually eat it. "And what is even in this?"

Aiden laughs. "I actually have no idea." He shrugs. "Your dad made it before leaving for work. Maybe because I was starving, but I ate mine and it didn't taste that bad," he rambles. I giggle at his confession, and it makes him flush.

"Anyways." He hands me a cup with something pink in it. "You have to speak with them today when you see them. Are you equipped to handle that?" he says, making my sto