~Inspired by my dream.
It was the heartbroken girl and it was the mysterious neighbor. Tears caught up in her throat, she wants to scream... But she can't. In and out the man goes, nobody knows his story or what's his motive.
"Let me show you some...
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W.A.Y.S —Jhene Aiko
Thunder storms, the perfect weather for... Being alone. Soft Ginuwine plays with the volume on four. Low, but soft. It's always silent, so the music carries through the four corners.
Music, the other art that touches his soul. Love, an intense feeling of deep affection. Most people consider love to be between them and a family member, another person that interests them, or an animal, etc... When people think of love the first thing that pops up is something concrete, not the actually feeling, for what it is. Art and everything that involves it isn't something to be consider concrete to artist. It's an intense feeling.
Sketching is expressing, music is loving.
He reaches over to his sketchbook and flips to his current project. The sketching of the beautiful stranger. All he wants to do is find her and draw her features to perfection. But the way life is, that wouldn't happen as fast as he hopes.
It's something about her. The same way you feel bad vibes from a person is the same way you feel good vibes. All she has is good vibes, but he... Oh he is covered from head to toe with bad vibes. Not that he has a bad heart, it's that nobody knows him to identify if his heart is good, or bad. People look at him as the weird guy that lives on the fifth floor. That's it, nothing else.
The rain pours harder as Zinnia finally steps inside the lobby. She sighs, her clothes are drenched to the max and so is her hair. The twist-outs she did are ruined, no question. Since she never checks the weather this thunder storm is very unexpected.
She smiles at the guy sitting at the front desk, Mr. Santiago.
"How are ya'?" He asks, laughing at her saddened face.
"Terrible, I didn't even know it was raining." She frowns. "Look at me, I mean seriously I look like someone threw me in the pool."
"Yeah, you look pretty bad." He laughs.
"Thanks Mr. Santiago." She sneers jokingly. "Well I'm heading inside."
"See ya'"
Zinnia drags herself to the elevator and turns her head in time to see Mr. Santiago laugh at her. She laughs as well and waddles inside the elevator.
Her shoes making a squish sound as she opens the door and walks inside the apartment. All the lights were off, and— she stops in her tracks. Quickly flicking on the light. She places her palm on her forehead and sighs.
"Oh well, I guess." She mumbles.
Her parents had left a note to tell her where they would be and how they want her to join. Now that there's a storm, it's no way she'll be able to leave the house and meet up with them anywhere. Her phone was on do not disturb, so the text Mother Jane sent is just now being reviewed.
