(Kalila)
The shocked look Harry had when the wet sponge smacked him in the face made me laugh.
It was uncontrollable, the attraction I had to him. My eyes were solely focused on the deep dimples in his cheeks and the clench of his jawline when he ate.
He was everything I wanted.
But I knew the inevitable future.I watched him and Mrs. Espiritu in the kitchen as my smile faded away. A storm was growing in my head.
It was becoming harder to suppress.What I remembered earlier was replaying over and over, making it difficult to concentrate.
Think about it later
Act normal
Sort through everything laterBut I couldn't shake the image of a specific pair of blue eyes. Dr. Salem had looked at me from behind his thick black-rimmed glasses. His eyes were hopeful, but filled with worry.
He told me a story of Orpheus and the deep love he had for his girl. He had wanted me, an orphan, to believe that I deserved that kind of love, just as much as anyone else.
I understood now that I had kept that story very close to my cognitive thoughts.
Against all odds, I had self worth.
And now I knew where some of it came from.I deserved to be loved like Orpheus had loved Eurydice
I deserved someone who'd go to hell and back for me over and over againAnd years later, I met Zayn.
And he loved me like that. I got the love I deserve.Harry asked me something while
I was lost in thought, but I didn't hear it. I began to sweat and my heartbeat quickened.My face felt numb and the beat of my heart sounded loudly in my ears.
Stay calm
Stay
CALMBut I couldn't stop the walls that were closing in.
"I...I...", I stammered as Harry and Mrs. Espiritu looked at me.
"I'm sorry, can I...may I use your restroom?", I asked, hoping that I sounded as calm as I was trying to be.Mrs. Espiritu told me where it was while Harry watched me. I forced a smile, detecting concern in his eyes.
I quickly thanked her, got up and headed to the room.
Once I was behind the door, I locked it.
I braced myself against the sink and let myself pant fast breaths in and out.Slowly, I raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes watched the worried ones looking back at me.I breathed quietly and heard faint clinking of metal, then an echo of Zayn's voice from far away.
I was fourteen or fifteen years old and in the kitchen of Zayn's house in the city.
Unable to sleep, I decided I wanted cupcakes. I was trying to quietly make them, but the metal whisk and bowl clanked together.
I froze, heard nothing and continued.
"Kalila?", Zayn said from behind me, making me jump.
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