Mirage || Zarry

Chapter 8.

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Everything happens for a reason. Like I once heard a story of a man, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ turnpike because of a auto accident.

One of them missed his buss.

One spilled food in her cloths and had to take time to change.

One could get a taxi.

But the one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a bandaid. That is why he is alive today...

So now when i am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing phone, all the little things that annoy me, I think to myself

This is exactly where I'm meant to be at this very moment.

And I guess that all had a lot to do with how Harry's mind works. It's not like all of those people wanted or expected to die that day! Just like Harry didn't think he was going to have autism, or get made fun of, or get hurt by his own mother! He didn't know all of those things and it's not fair. But my matter always said life wasn't fair, that if I wanted something that I had to work for it just like everyone else did. That I had to work for what I wanted, nothing was going to get handed to me.

To get by life in a successful way all you have to do is risk more than is required, learn more than is normal, be strong, show courage, breath, excel, love, lead, speak the truth, love your values, laugh, cry, innovate, simplify, adore mastery, release mediocrity, aim for genius, stay humble, be kinder than expected, deliver more than is needed, exude passion, shatter your limits, transcend your fears, inspire others by your bigness, dream big but start small, act now, don't stop, and all in all change the world.

Harry is a smart boy and I think he could get so fat in life if people would just give him the chance. If everyone would just stop looking at all the outer stuff. He's human and he gets these looks from people like he's not. Like he's not human like he's almost not even there. They just walk all over him las if he was never there. Like if he died they would have no records of him. And I'd hate to think one day that he will be forgotten when he should be forgotten at all. I was taken out of my thoughts by someone clearing their throats

"Babe..." I look up to see Liam had just gotten home. It's 3:37am and he's just now getting home. I can't get mad at this point. I can't get upset about him working because it's his job, it's what he does. But I will never daily to see the faint hickeys on his neck, but who am I to say anything? I love him.

"Yea" I say in a hushed tone but get no reply. He takes a few steps to me and I can smell the perfume of her. Do I say anything? Not a god man thing because why? I love him.

He takes his boxers off and throws them in the hamper. He misses and I can't help feel bothers but this small act, knowing i have to pick it up tomorrow when I do are Friday load is just adding to the mess.

"How was work?" I dog ear my book and set it down on the bedside table. I take my glasses of and set them next to the book.

"It's work. How is it suppose to go l?" He goes into the bathroom and I hear the water run. He doesn't take a shower unless he's done something disgusting. After we have sex he has to take a shower right after, says he feels disgusting. Adding that on to the things he's done Wrong, I sigh.