Him + I (Ziall)

1. Our Mornings

He is dangerous,

but i don't care.

No one can take his power,

who would dare?

Even right now,

he is right in front of me.

I know people would run from him,

but i for now 3 years have been blind to see.

I put my pen in my notebook and shut it. I grab my small cup that is half full with lemon and ginger infusion tea, which i'm surprised this little run down motel had, and drank some.

I look up to see him taking a drag from his second or third cigarette this morning, in the chair next to me. The early sunrise hitting his beautiful features; black jet hair, cutting cheekbones with stubble growing down the middle of his cheeks to his chin. He looks at me with his dark brown eyes that i lose myself to everyday.

I feel my weak fragile heart skip a beat as usual.

If i could take a picture of us in this moment i would. And i would treasure it for the many years i have left on this world.

"You ready for today?" he says, the smoke leaving his lips.

I give him a smile smile and nod.

He returns one back and gets up and walks in our room. After he leaves, i'm left with a low feeling.

I open my notebook and write a few more words before i go inside with him to get ready.

Maybe one day he'll express his feelings,

but till then i have been wondering what would it be like to be free.

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Hey guys.

So everyone loves ziall i mean duh. So instead of a super sad one like my other books, I've decided to do a more upper version of them, but still in the direction i write. The chapters might be short or long idk, but i hope you'll enjoy this story. 

Plus the songs i'm listening to while writing this is Lana del rey so yeah...that's a clue lol (I finally started listening to her)

Question: Are you a Coffee or tea person? Or None :P

Love you all. Have a nice day! -A