Angels {z.m}

3. Last Minute Decisions

"La poésie est dans la rue"

Zain's POV

 It was definitely the worst day of my life and it was only the first! When I got out of the restaurant was dark outside. My head was a mess but all the confusion was centered on Alison. I knew it was her! The eyes don't lie. They never lie. And maybe she was right my name was so much better with "y". Maybe I could change it? Probably.

I needed to think about important things for the moment. Apparently I needed money, not even mentioning  the house I didn't get. But the truth was I couldn't keep walking. I knew I spent a couple hours in the restaurant but my eyes wanted to rest a bit. Maybe I was dying... Silly... Of course I wasn't.

I walked to the corner of the restaurant and I sat down on the cold and dirty floor leaning my head against the wall with my eyes completely closed. Even though the cars didn't stop the noise, the street was totally empty which was pretty relaxing.

I just didn't know what to think. All the weird sensations made me feel so good even the hungry thing was good because I felt what was like to be alive.

I concealed my hands in my pockets and I took off what was in there. Raphael could be a jerk at the moment but he would never send me without something before destroying all my hopes or whatever he had in mind. 

It was a weird little bag, when I opened it, I saw cards inside of it. I really didn't know what that was but it must be important. I knew what was the identify thing. Which meant that the little bag was a wallet.

I knew some human stuff because I watched them for some time and all the souls I catch always teach me something new.

"Thanks." I whispered for the sky full of stars, smiling.

But it disappeared too fast. After all, I didn't belong there and I missed home. 

Only 4 months...It was only for 4 months.

Suddenly something called my attention making me lose all my thought's line.

Alison got out of the restaurant but from the door on the back. She had two black bags, looked around and got in the car almost running. She looked nervous but then just followed her way.

And what if she was not the one?

No! No! The eyes! The eyes never lie.

But she looked like she didn't care. I was the unknown. She didn't feel anything about me.

A soft air made me shrink really fast against the wall, cold. Really cold, it was horrible! I was feeling totally alone at the moment, in the dark and cold street that was too huge in my head.

Alison's POV

I stopped at Costa before drive to Harrinson's on that morning. I hated coffee but I could handle the sweet Cappuccino which warmed my all body at 6am. The only reason I was there was because I needed to open the restaurant, sometimes people liked to go there and take a fast and horrible coffee. I could work there but I had to admit that the breakfast's samples we had were just horrible.

But that was not a good morning. My head spent all night around Zain. I could got mad as hell with him but I just couldn't stop thinking about where was he. Maybe he was homeless. And I was mean to him, he just wanted a house. The guilt feeling was just disgusting.

"Stop, stop Ali!" I said to myself drinking a little bit of the coffee which ended up burning my tongue a little bit. 

It was because the freaking guilt feeling I was risking my job every single day but that was just another story.