"It's you..........."
His eyes widened, he looked at her through his thick black lashes, taking in every inch, every crevice of her face.
She stared back up at him, no words leaving their mouths, their eyes doing all the talking for them.
She took in his breathtaking appearance, that was when it hit her how attractive this man really was.
However he looked tired, distressed maybe.
His dreads tied up In a lazy pony tail, some of them had just fell over his face, clearly irritating him as he would keep pushing them aside.
His eyes were bloodshot red, almost resembling the ones in the mirror, holding the same amount of secrets, same amount of pain.
His jaw was tense, his eyes were narrow, it was like he was examining her, trying to remember everything about her.
But why her?
She most definitely wasn't worth the attention, nor the affection. She didn't deserve any of it.
The drawstrings of his hoodie were uneven, one was so high while the other was so low, he had it wrapped around his finger as he looked into her chocolate brown orbs.
"So beautiful"
Just as the words left his mouth, just as she heard his voice for the second time in her life, it sounded raspy, as if he'd been rushed and not had time to wake up properly.
His breaths were steady, hers all over the place.
He lifted his hand, he brushed it against the side of her soft face, moving the hairs that fell in front of her eyes out of the way, giving him a clear view of the girl.
She didn't say a word, she didn't know what to actually say, she was in shock.
But instead of giving him chance to make his next move, she stepped back from him taking a deep breath.
"Did I do something?" He questioned, his face held concern and she shook her head no, while he gave her a small nod.
"Then why-" she cut him off.
"Nothing" she mumbled, looking anywhere but him in the eye.
She couldn't let herself fall again. No.
But before she could walk away, her hand was grasped gently, she felt something being placed inside and the stranger left.
And that was it.
She opened her hand, revealing a torn piece of a pamphlet, one that was currently being given around the mall, which most people just threw in the bin.
She opened it up, to see black ink spread across it, a number.
It had to be his, who else would give her a number? But why was he giving it to her? What did he want with her?
And then she read underneath.
~Zion K
She kept reading it over and over, as if she was trying to crack a code, however nothing was happening.
She stared at it, as if he was going to show up again and give her some sort of explanation.
But nothing.
Her heart was still racing, her mind replaying how his touch felt on hers, how she felt in his presence.
How gentle he was. Nothing like the others. How kind his eyes were.
How he didn't even have to speak, she could read his eyes, they looked as if they were full of pain.
And the only thing she could do, was Type the digits into her phone, and wait, wait to see if she would ever contact the stranger again, if she would ever see those brown eyes.
Zion.
He was a stranger. She knew nothing of him yet she urged to know more.
She wanted to know everything about him, when all she knew was his name.
That was all she knew.
She wasn't one to talk to people. How would she even try and text him? What was she supposed to say? He didn't even know her name.
Everything her mind was telling her not to do, her heart was pushing her towards, she wanted to do it, but she couldn't.
Or was it that she could do it, but she wouldn't?
She was lost for words, but all she knew was she wanted to see his face again, it bought her some sort of comfort, and That was something she needed. Something she longed for.
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6 hours later, she left the hell hole, oh shit, she meant to call it work.
Her hair was a mess, and her legs ached, all she wanted to do was slump on her couch and do nothing, so something she did quite often.
The story of her life.
But instead of doing this, she got in her car, and grabbed her phone out of her pocket, along with the crippled piece of paper from before.
She typed in his number, naming the contact exactly what he'd written on the paper, nothing else.
She thought through many scenarios of how it could possibly go, however none of them were seeming to end the way she wanted them too.
Even her mind couldn't give her a damn happy ending.
It wasn't such a big deal, however to her it was, she wasn't meant to do this, she wasn't worth it.
So instead of debating it anymore, she sent it.
And of course regretted it moments after.
Hey.
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This chapter was prettymuch😏 just a piece of shit hahah but I've neglected this book so I'm sorry and for yall who still read it thank you bc I have no idea why. And anyways until next chapter haha
