Chapter 137: Symptoms

"What are you thinking about?" Rumant asked, laying his head on my chest as I patted him on the head, gently. "You seem to be a little … how do I say this nicely? Off." 

"I am feeling a little … off," I said, staring at the T.V. screen with the figures moving around and talking though I am not really paying attention to them in the least bit. 

My mind is busy replaying the things that happened to us only a couple of hours before, brows slightly furrowed. 

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked, looking up at me with his big, round eyes. "Or do you want me to make an attempt to help you forget about it?" 

"That is a question, isn't it?" I chuckled, patting him on the head. "Honestly, I do not even know what I want to do. Or what it is that I am even thinking about." 

"Then, try not to think about it. Focus on me." He said, sitting on my lap. "The Sports Festival is going to start soon, we are going to be hella busy once it starts."