"He loved her without
desperation and needs
and wants.
With his naked soul,
he loved her,
and dreamt
of her clothed
in white dancing
beneath the moonlight
as the stars
grew jealous of the way
she moved."
― Christopher Poindexter
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-Chapter Nine-
I clench my fists together, enough to make my knuckles white, and pinched my delecate lips jointly until I was sure they would burst, pink skin flying everywhere and I would have no lips from the applied pressure. That sounds attractive. I'm not angry or disturbed, I'm simply anxious about what Zayn and Dr. Peter have to say about how my brain is developing since I came to. I rub my slim fingers around my palm as if I'm washing my hands and trying to get the soap off.
The door knob shifted the slightest bit before Dr. Peter walked in, him leading, still continuing with his informational conversation with Zayn,"..but other than that, I'll prescribe her some medicine and she should be normal in a few months."
I stand up, looking at Zayn and back to the doctor, confusion clearly masking my nervousness like a fine layer of water over a rock. I smile at Dr. Peter. Its clear that I'm uncomfortable, anyone what a common sense would notice that,"I'm not normal right now?"
Dr. Peter stared at me for the first time since he's been fooling around with my head. I stare back at him, becoming insecure about what he may be thinking "Not now, no." He glimpses at Zayn, as if to ask his permission for something,"Your brain is, well, it's functioning okay, but it's swelling."
My heart rate sped up and my lips separated, like I was about to scream, but I kept noiseless and nodded at him, granting him permission to continue. He cleared his throat and straightened his sloppy posture before speaking in his deep, shaky voice,"You may experience some headaches but nothing severe. The headaches may be something like a stress headache. At least we dont think it is too severe, but no worries, you will be fine."
I nodded through everything his off-the-wall speech, and Zayn stayed behind him, his arms crossed over his chest, biting his cheek. He seemed to be concentrated on something else because he didn't even realize the doctor stop speaking.
"Okay, thank you,"I smiled a polite smile and tapped Zayn and exited the building with long strides.
And as I left the unpleasant smell of Kleenex, and the rehearsed kindness, something in the back of my head said "This isn't it."
My biggest mistake is that I ignored her.
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"Zayn!" I laughed as he scooped me out of the car, "We're in public. Put me down!" I kicked my feet and slammed my petite fists on his shoulder, even though there is no way out of a very tall and strong Zayn holding me, straining me to go anywhere.
"Nah," he laughs."The kids won't care. If anything, they'll just laugh and talk about you for the rest of the day."
I stop fighting and turn my head to see his whioe my hair picked up with the aggresive wind,"Seriously?"
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Stars (Zayn AU)
Fiksi Penggemar"The stars get angry at us, just like any other human being would if we ignored their shouts. They shout for love, but not to be loved, no. But for someone else to be loved. Did you know that?"
