Miller followed Peter Lloyd through the bustling corridors of the soldiers' barracks. The air was filled with a sense of discipline and camaraderie, as soldiers went about their duties with precision and purpose. As they reached their destination, Peter stopped in front of a door and turned the handle, leading Miller into his private room.
The room exuded a sense of order and efficiency, mirroring the disciplined nature of its occupant. The walls were adorned with military memorabilia, including medals and commendations, a testament to Peter's achievements and dedication. A neatly made bed occupied one corner of the room, a stark contrast to the Spartan surroundings.
A sturdy wooden desk stood against the wall, cluttered with maps, books, and various training manuals. The desk reflected the meticulousness with which Peter approached his duties, a space dedicated to planning and preparation. Next to the desk was a small bookshelf, filled with volumes on military strategy and combat techniques, evidence of his continuous pursuit of knowledge.
In another corner of the room stood a well-organized gear rack, displaying a set of polished combat boots, a helmet, and a neatly rolled military uniform. Each item was meticulously arranged, a reflection of Peter's attention to detail and respect for his equipment.
A personal touch was added by a few framed photographs, capturing moments of camaraderie and friendship. They depicted Peter with fellow soldiers, arms draped over each other's shoulders, smiles lighting up their faces. It was a reminder that even in the face of danger and adversity, bonds of brotherhood were forged.
As Miller took in the surroundings, Peter brought out a small meditation mat and gestured for Miller to join him on the floor. They sat cross-legged, facing each other, the stillness of the room enveloping them.
Peter began to guide Miller through the practice of meditation, explaining the benefits of cultivating a calm and focused mind. He spoke of how meditation could strengthen mental resilience, improve concentration, and enhance self-awareness. He emphasized the importance of finding inner peace amidst the chaos of life, a source of strength that could be tapped into in times of need.
At first, Miller found the experience tedious and struggled to quiet his racing thoughts. The minutes stretched on, and he fidgeted, growing restless in the silence. But Peter's patient presence and soothing guidance encouraged Miller to persevere, to embrace the stillness and explore the depths of his own consciousness.
With time, Miller began to notice subtle shifts within himself. His breathing steadied, his mind grew calmer, and a sense of serenity washed over him. He discovered a newfound ability to observe his thoughts without being carried away by them, to find refuge in the present moment.
As they concluded the session, Peter offered Miller a warm smile, acknowledging the progress he had made in such a short time. He assured Miller that with consistent practice, the benefits of meditation would become more pronounced and transformative.
Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Miller thanked Peter for his guidance and left the soldier's room, his mind filled with a newfound determination to incorporate meditation into his daily routine.
With a sense of anticipation, Miller made his way back to the male hostel, eager to share his experience with his best friend; Watson and discuss the possibilities that lay ahead. However, as he opened the door to their room, a scene of distress greeted his eyes.
Watson lay on the floor, bruised and battered, his body bearing the marks of a violent altercation. Miller's heart sank, a mixture of concern and anger welling up within him. He rushed to Watson's side, his voice trembling with worry, as he tried to rouse his friend.
"Watson! What happened? Who did this to you?"
Watson groaned in pain, his voice weak as he muttered, "Some boys... they... they attacked me..."
Miller's fists clenched, a fire igniting within him. Determination surged through his veins, mingling with a newfound strength that had been awakened during his meditation practice.
As he knelt by Watson's side, Miller made a silent vow to himself. He would not let his friend suffer in silence, and he would do whatever it took to ensure their safety within the confines of the school.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE YOU GUYS SHOULD NOT FIND THIS CHAPTER ANNOYING, I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU GUYS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF MILLER'S LIFE BEFORE THE SYSTEM.