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‘What do you wanna do today?’
He asked.
I can’t help but to stay silent and simply smile.
I dunno but his voice is so rich and sweet that it made want to hear him talk more.
‘I dunno. What do you have in mind?’
I asked as I felt my wheelchair being pushed out from the corridors of the hospital wing towards a grassy area.
I’ve been here a couple of times when I feel like getting out of my room, just to think.
This part of the hospital, for me, was the best place there is.
It smelled fresh and breezy and relaxing.
I inhaled deep, taking in the cool and clean air from the trees and plants I can hear swaying as I enter their unmarked realm.
‘You’re beautiful.’
Someone said in front of me snapping me out of the trance this place had put me in.
I didn’t even realize the wheelchair had stopped.
‘What?’
I asked, wanting to hear his angelic voice to tell me how I look again beyond the obvious flaw I had on my patched eyes.
‘I said you’re beautiful.’
My heart pounded like it can explode out of my chest any minute.
I fell silent as I absorbed it all in.
‘Thanks.’
I smiled a genuine smile.
And I can feel him smiling back.
‘Can you do me a favor, Zayn?’
‘Yeah. Sure.’
‘Can you make this day all about you?’
‘What?’
‘Please. I just wanna know you. I can’t help but formulate these weird and strange thoughts about you. And I bet they’ll make me crazy if you don’t tell me something about yourself.’
‘I like to compliment a lot.’
He said.
Smiling, I presume.
I chuckled.
‘That is very obvious but thanks anyway for giving me the heads-up. And you’re probably the first to ever tell me straight on.’
‘What? People don’t say that to you? They must be idiots.’
I laughed at that.
He seemed serious yet I can hear the laughter in his voice.
‘Well, I kindawanna make this day about you but since you’ve asked, I’ll try telling you the complicated guy that is Zayn Malik.’
I waited as he cleared his throat dramatically as if he’s about to have an oration.
The sound of the grass tells me he’s sitting on the ground facing me.
‘I’m Zayn, 19 years of age and I consider myself a rebel and a badass,’
I laughed.
‘Yeah. I think I’m awesome.’
‘Wow! You must really impress a bunch of girls with your oozing awesomeness.’
‘A bit.Yeah.’
He sounded cocky yet still he sounded humble.
‘Then you must’ve had, let me think, fifty plus girlfriends in your lifetime. Am I right, Mr. badass?’
‘Well. I’ve fooled around many times but never really made a serious connection to someone.’
‘Damn, your girlfriend must be heartbroken if she finds out.’
‘I don’t have a girlfriend.’
‘What?! Mr. Badass has no show? C’mon!’
‘Yeah. It’s been like three years since I’ve had one. She wasn’t serious and so was I. So, we broke up with less drama.’
So, he never takes anyone seriously?
That’s a surprise.
He sounds like a nice and proper and a serious type of guy to me.
And that worries me.
I dunno why.
It’s just…him being not serious just gives me a weird sensation in my tummy.
I know it’s too early to assume, but…
I had to know.
Before I start planting something that’ll be hard to cut down.
‘So, you never have any serious business to anyone ever?’
‘Yeah.’
I felt a pang of guilt and pain stabbing my chest.
It tightened and it hurts.
I hated myself for feeling that.
He’s just a mere stranger who came up to me yesterday out of nowhere.
But, why am I hurting so much when after all he’s not even mine to claim?
‘But,’
He started saying suddenly.
I can feel his eyes all over me again.
My knees felt weak and my aching heart seem to lose it.
‘Lately, it all started to change.’
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Uggh.. i have nothing to say... just do anything you want.
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