Penny For Your Thoughts?

Eleventh

The rest of that day I spent playing games with Mr. Prosper and talking with that woman. I found out her name was Joy Rivers. I even ventured out to play chess with some other men that were bored out of their minds. They played me and although they were letting me win, I could see that they were having fun. I stayed for the dinner rush, helping the staff with serving and clean up. I didn't visit Ms. Malik once in fear that she would keep me from this "healing" Joy was telling me about.

I turn the music in my headphones louder as the bus makes its way back into town. The songs I've become so accustomed to by the mainstream, pop music that's now coming out for the summer, though I have to admit, the Bieb's Sorry is my favorite, ends and I hear a familiar tune on my Spotify. I whistle the beginning and feel myself smile.

"Hey Zayn, do you remember-" I stop myself and look away from the empty seat next to me. "He's not here. He's not here," I shake my head as the driver turns to get off at the next exit. I see the main road and I sigh. "I'm almost there. I just need to stand one more night. Alone,"