Endlessly crazy

This day has been a mess. A very big mess. Ezekiel had no computing space left for anything. The past few days were supposed to be a fun escape from reality. But reality came barging through his door, knocking it off its hinges and burning it in its wake. He should have never dived back into that pit. If he learned anything from this trip, is that he should stay far away from sorcerers. He didn't need to be on this emotional rollercoaster. He preferred his life with his feeling buried deep away. He had accepted his fate that his family would not exist. But no, he would return home half a Rizal and more confused than ever.

His feet lead him to the only place where he could think he needed to be. He had made enough bad decisions this trip, so a few more wouldn't make the difference right now. The only thing he needed was to drown his sorrows. In a way, he felt selfish that he didn't feel happier. He should be buzzing that he finally found what he had been looking for his whole life. But he didn't need the additional shit that came with it. That, combined with the man he had rekindled a dying fire with being a fugitive and maybe dead already, made him want to do anything to make his head stop thinking.

When he arrived at the first bar he could find, he walked in a straight line to the man behind the counter, shoving a drunk visitor out of the way as he made room for himself. ‘‘I need something strong,’’ he told the barman with his chin resting on the palm of his hand. When the man turned away to fix his drink, he looked at his other hand to find it trembling. The summoner quickly balled his hand in a fist and hid it in the fold of his elbow as he waited for his serving.