"You know you're really in love with someone, when you would do anything to hold onto that person, even though deep in your heart, you know, they have already let go of you."
- unknown
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-Chapter Twelve-
"I love people. I love how they Talk and how they move. The way they sing and can hit on the drums all day, brings joy to my spirit. If the people who invented reading, dancing, singing, writing; If the people who invented the radio, oven, or even the mirror still exsisted in his or her own magnificent flesh and Bones, I would bring thanks to them, and make them feel proud about how they made the World a much happier place. They did more than their amazing souls knew they could in just a matter of years.
"People draw everyday. Gliding the art pencils over a blank sheet of paper, canvas, and sometimes even rock, uleashing an unknown world, humanity awed to the very tip of their tounges by it. The artist then stops, curls his lips upward, and reveals his world.
"Jaws slightly ajar, speachless, then the humans smile.
"Men and women swift their feet across a floor and call it Dancing. All different genres, Hip-Hop, Jazz, Slow Dances, Ball Room Dancing, Tap, and even Belly Dancing.
"The humans are still off to the side. their jaws slightly ajar, remaining speachless, and the humans tip their lips up towards the sky.
"The radio blasts music of all kinds. More than we need; us humans far too blessed with the arts of music. But we look past the frailties, and love it anyway. We have our jaws slightly remained open, speachless, and we smile.
"All three of these things have something in common. They make us astounded, and we suddenly loose our voices, so all we can do is smile. But there is always this: each one of these catagories saved too many people to count, and they involve people.
"So, never say you hate people. They have saved others, and they may have even saved you before or after your coma.
"People are beautiful creatures."
I sat next to Evie, her smile radiated. it lot up her whole room. I was completely flabergasted at this outstanding, suberb, 13 year old girl that was able to tell me things that my conscience should aldready posses the knowledge of. I kisses her tiny, little hand, pulled up her ble covers to her pointed chin, and said with a shakey voice, "You should get some rest," and her eyes fluttered shut. Then, the staff asked me to exit.
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Zayn remains silent most of the ride home, nodding his head to the beat of the music, making his hair clip out of its perfect postion, smirking at the windshield, and mumbling to himself, occasionally.
I fiddle with my shirt, stripping it off to reveal a light, turquoise colored tank-top I bought from Evie for two dollars when she was trying to earn money a few days ago.
Zayn's eyes flicker to mine for less than a second, and a few moments later, he turns onto an unfirmiliar, but fairly busy road.
I massage my hands to keep me from being nosey, but after ten minutes, I grew more concerned.
"Zayn?" I asked with caution and a swift tone,"Where are we going to?"
His eyes stare at me and lingered longer than they should have, but he put them back on the road when we approached a traffic light. His eyes looked iced with uncertanty and a hint of rage sprinkled into the irises. I saw him smile out of my parephrial vision, and focus on the tension of my hands once again.
"You're going to meet Harry at the bakery," he almost muttered with an unbelievable amount of tension stuck in his throat, scratching at his tounge.
He parked his car at the local bakery a few minutes later, and it looked moderatly attractive. The porch was lined with two sets of wooden rocking chair with cushions, one sey on either side of the door, and marble tables sit in between the two. The door has vines out lining the frame and the sign hung on the door reads 'HARRY'S BAKERY- OPEN!' with stereotypical girl handwriting. The lot looked empty accept with a black car similar to Zayn's parked in the back, which I assume is Harry's.
I take each step up the concrete stairs decorously, Zayn still locking his car behind me. The door is opened halfway, and I can hear someone singing 'Human' by Christina and I was too astonished by the way his voice can easily move through the complex notes to say or do anything. I just simply wanted him to continue. I poke my head in and see a man's back facing me, his curly brown locks messed up in a quiff, and cleaning the counters with gracious steps.
My jaw drops, I am speachless, and as Zayn knocks on the door with his hand pressed on my back, and green irises meet mine, I smile.
Humans are beautiful creatures.
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