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ZWorld Ch6Daniel didn't move. He was utterly confused. One second, Kim was calm and quiet, the next, she demands they leave? But why? Her face was so stern and her eyes so fierce and dark. It was like she was a completely different person.
"Did you not hear me clearly?" she demanded, obviously annoyed at his lack of action.
"What are you talking about? What is up with you?" Daniel said quite stunned at her sudden change of attitude. She sighed muttering, "We don't have time for this," then turned away from him and towards the door. Daniel took a step forward, getting angrier. She had, once again, brought up more questions than answers in his mind and he was quite furious that she has yet to answer any to his satisfaction. He quickly followed behind her then grabbed her arm and pulled her back, forcing her to stop. She twisted her head towards him.
"I do not have time to explain. We are not safe here, it is time to leave," she said intently as her gaze suddenly shifted
ZWorld Ch5It was humid as the night grew colder. Rain was coming. Kim walked into her house. Nathan had offered to stay with her, but she refused. She wanted to be alone. So many things had happened that day that she needed a break. She wanted to think and yet she didn't want to think. She put her shoes by the front door and turned on the kitchen lights. She dug through the cabinets and fridge and grabbed a few snacks then hopped on the couch and flipped on the television. Anything to distract herself. Unfortunately, all that was on was the news, but it worked. She sighed, exhausted.
Suddenly, Kim heard the pitter-patter of rain. She yawned as she shoved food into her starving mouth. As appealing as the news was to her, she decided to just read. She scampered off to find her book then returned to the couch.
Daniel began his decent out the window and to the ground. His thoughts powered his body as he finally landed on the soil and ventured off to find her. He had a general idea of the l
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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