Broken and fractured,
No longer being a whole.
Burned by the light that shined down on her body every night,
Hearing the chants of men until she found him.
He brought silence to her violence,
He was the light calling out to her persona.
But, what ha...
Tossing a couple of grapes into his mouth, his eyes scan the black words on the computer screen in front of him. Carefully reading each word as his eyes meet with them, making sure to even re-read the ones that seemed to be foreign to his brain.
Due to the fact that he was trying something new he wanted to make sure that he followed proper instructions so neither of them would get hurt. Although, he had read these same five articles two times a day for the last five days Quinten wanted to make sure that he took the right steps. He hated not giving his all in any task that was placed in front of him. He even went as far out as to contact three people who majored in the study to make sure that the information he had collected was accurate enough for the exercise that would be taking place.
After skimming over the article one last time, Quinten closes his laptop and stands to his feet. He takes a handful of the sour green grapes that happen to be his favorite and saunters over to the wooden staircase of his safe haven. Gripping onto the railing with his right hand while tossing a few grapes into his mouth being held in his left, he walks up the stairs, taking his time at that since Amini wouldn't arrive until an hour from now.
Entering his mediation room, he tosses the last of the grapes in his mouth and rubs his hand upon his jeans, removing any juices that the grapes might have left behind. Shoving his hand in the pocket of his jeans; for the small paper he had written on that listed the oils he would need for the exercise, he pulls it out and looks over the words written in blue ink.
"Jasmine, cinnamon and orange oil." He reads off the paper while walking over to the cabinet filled with all the essential oils he owned. He takes his time skiming the dark brown glass bottles, reading the labels of them in search of the right oils he would need later on.
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Quinten chews on the piece of sugar cane his mother had given him a few days ago during her visit while his eyes scan the words on the book Amini had given him that early morning on the rooftop two weeks ago.
"Wanting someone who doesn't deserve you is hell on earth." He reads aloud from the black hardcover. "Sounds about right." He murmurs, standing from the leather couch. He begins to pace back and forth in his living room, reading the poems while he continues to chew on the sugary treat. He allows the book to pull him in further, having a grip on his mind as well as his emotions. The words spoke to him as if they were Amini pouring out her heart and soul to him without any filters. He now understood why she enjoyed this book. In his eyes, it was like reading everything she had felt within her without her even expressing the emotions.
"Even the devil appears kind behind the right wording." He reads sauntering over to his front door, parting ways with the words upon the book he opens the door. "How did- I didn't even knock yet?" Amini questions, staring up at his tall figure. He closes the book, tucking it under his left arm while using his right hand to remove the sugar cane from his mouth. "I felt your energy." He replies nonchalantly, licking the corner of his moisturized lips, removing the sweetness from them.
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