freshing feel to it. The cosy cafes, lovely rest

y were five minutes late for the meeting, and he was losing patience already. He had two oth

s was one he did

on the sidewalk, a lady cycling, a man in rags staring into space, and a guitar player singing to the words of Travie McCoy, I wanna be a billionaire s

his wounded past, a lonely chi

restaurant he now sat comfortably in, with sta

clearly how he h

hey needed. Until his parents wanted a divorce, they had been married for 10 years with two kids, Soter a

9. It had been devasting, especially since his par

many things. Marie was the perfect daught

ether or not he was loved,

me at a friend's house, on reaching home,

... his mom had said, a

with you, I'll fight you to the last.

an like you as a fat

n save her from a mentally i

ne wants me, Soter said, int

dn't fathom the expression that played on the

ered a little. His mom rushed to his

med. I hate you both! I h

, out of his neighbourhood, out of his little town..

reaming his name, begging him to come back. But he had

he street, he fell ill. He could remember clearly the trembling he felt in his chest, the pounding headache that blu

e was scared, he fought fiercely to keep his eyelids open, to stay conscious. He had heard stories that w

is very last hour, and so wrestled with the last

when he felt a strong hand lift his cold

heard his saviour say.

im and the life he wanted, until he became the Soter he wante

eldest of the Ferdinard brothers

, it was 11:30 a.m. He stared at Go

sh down here, with the traffic and all, the situation was quite beyond my control

ddenly feeling exhausted.

nts and shaking goodbyes when he

an must have said something hilarious be

ny moment, a simple action lasting just a

was wrong with him, he felt as if every

h other, his inne