And every time he felt the rage rise, the loneliness creep in, he would pause. Take a breath. And in that silence, he would hear a soft voice say, "Good. Now, keep your right up."
It was Svod.
"Why do you stay?" Adithya asked. "Everyone else left. My father, my friends, Meera. Why do you keep showing up with that damn towel?" adithya varma en svod
"One last thing," Svod said, stepping closer. " En Svod. In the old tongue, it means 'my own breath.' I am not a ghost, Adithya. I am the breath you forgot to take. The pause between the punches. The calm in the storm." And every time he felt the rage rise,
Adithya felt something crack inside his chest. For the first time in years, his eyes stung. Now, keep your right up