When Chris comes out of the classroom, he goes straight to his office and locks the door from inside.
He tried calming himself down by breathing in and out continuously...
"What exactly is going on with me lately? I thought it was just only a mere dream but it seems like it's becoming real! Why do I feel like I've heard about that story before; but when and where?"
"Which voice did I hear Who owns it? Who dah fu*k am I?" Chris said while pacing around the table.
He could feel the muscles of his chin tremble like a small child and turned to look towards the window as if the light could soothe him.
He refused to look away, even as his lips trembled and his shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down. His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; his hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle against the grief.