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Zahra's POV
"There." I smile in satisfaction as I put the final touches on my gift for Lauren. Today was one of the most beautiful Saturdays we'd seen in a minute and I couldn't wait to enjoy it to the fullest. Bright sunshine beamed through our windows and was further complimented by the perfectly clear blue sky straight out of a movie.
Today was also the day of my meeting with my counselor and I RSVPed Lauren's birthday dinner to attend afterwards. I already had hit up three stores to find exactly what she'd love as the perfect gift but it had been well worth it.
I began stretching and stopped immediately. "Jeez, my back!" I groaned as the overstretched muscles spited me. It was still early in the morning but I was extremely sleep deprived and had a minor hunchback from my bad posture at my desk.
As of the last two weeks, so much of my nights had surrounded researching more about the Westwoods from the most unlikely of sources. I drank up any and everything I could find on the web but it had mostly been lots of fluff about their bakery locations and philanthropy flaunted for outsiders to gawk at. Nothing about the violence they are so willing to inflict or the criminal background they definitely have.
My heart sank each time hits of Noah's matches came up in the results, especially his various player profiles from over the years. The progression from a young boy filled with love and innocence to a young man with rage and stiff control radiating through the eyes. Did anyone else see that there was pain behind his gaze?
No. You have to stop with the bleeding heart, girl
I retreated from my thoughts and took a deep calming breath to refocus.
As soon as I felt more centered, I took a step back to further admire my work - only to be immediately met with a shooting pain that rippled throughout my other joints. Joints that were still marked with blackish splotches and were refusing to heal properly despite all my treatments.
Not only that, they mocked me every time I thought about calling Noah and chalking up my healthy fear of him and his family to general anxiety. Because I missed him so much I was almost willing to do just that. However, something reminded me to have some pride, or at the very least dig even more information about his family before I got too mushy.
In my new train of thoughts, I had temporarily forgot about the pain in my joints but it quickly reverberated until I remembered and hissed in anguish.
I took that as my cue to relax and elevate my limbs while watching mindless television for the hour I had before my meeting with Dr. Kim. The fall semester would be over before I knew and I was still in between so many opportunities. Knowing me, I had to put on a timer to decompress properly for the hour into this housewife show - but it worked like a charm.
The hour came and went but I was no more relaxed than I'd been to start with.
No matter
I now moved a little quicker and dressed a little less gracefully on my way out the apartment. I had picked this striking sleeveless number in cream at the end of summer and couldn't wait to put it to use. It came above my knees and flowed easily for a sultry peasant vibe. Granted, I didn't think it would hurt so much to get it on tis time. I had already made sure to cover the visible splotches with makeup and prayed I wouldn't have to sweat anymore this afternoon.
My makeup was already done but grabbed an old tee and draped it over my dress before retouching the soft glam.
Slightly crooked eyeliner . More highlight on my nose. More lip liner.
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