Confessions.34

As to what all of you have requested, "action" is coming you're way.:p


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And empty sheet of paper and a pen. Headphones in her ears and her favorite soft music playing. She wanted to pour her thoughts onto the empty sheet of paper in front of her, instead of them floating around. As she always said, thoughts are the base of art.


She picked up the pen, and started writing.

I love the way your eyes glue to mine.
Our hear beats in sync. Flesh to flesh.
The way your touch made love to the wounds of my own,
Healing me slowly, carefully.
And when we hold hands, I feel so strong,
Like the whole world was within my palm.
You, the hero I've been waiting on.
You are the sky, and I'm the shinning star.
Together, so beautiful.
Suited together, for eternity.
Like a movie scene, a dream come true.

I love the way anxiety builds inside me.
And I see your lips trembling.
I feel my own heart pounding.
And I know, you're the answer to my prayers.
You're my wish upon a star.
You're the bullet to my gun.
The moon to my sun.
Believe it or not, you're the truth to my lie.
And my love til I die.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by the faint sound of her father, calling her name. She took off her headphones and placed her pen inside her notebook before closing it. Walking into her father's room, it was a mess. Her questioning eyes did all the work, and Rayan didn't need her father's explanation, she figured it all out.


She crossed her arms, "Wain betrou7?" she asked. Her father turned around, "Eeh baba fe ashya2 nag9a ana me7tajha 7ag el'mashrou3 fa lazem arou7 tharourey." he said then turned around and continued packing. "Meta bterou7?" she asked, coldly this time.


Without turning around, he answered her by saying "El'sa3a 7 6ayartey." She looked at the watch, 4:07. "Wain bterou7 ou shkther bteg3ad?" she asked, her voice shaky and tears started streaming down her face. "Sbou3ain aw thalatha! Bas khala9 3ad theba7teeney as2ela!" he roared in annoyance. Rayan walked out of the room, telling herself that it's Oki, and that she can handle it.


She lay on her bed and picked up her blackberry. She did the usual, unlocked it and checked her bbm, an unread convo with Hamad was on the top.

Hamad:
Rayouni

Rayan:
Hlaa?

Hamad:
Bas hla?;o

Rayan:
LOL. 3younha

Hamad:
Teslamley 3younha! 3endey lech mufaja2a:p

Rayan:
Shenuuuu? Gouuul

Hamad:
Wait for it:p

Rayan couldn't help but smile. Even if he points his bullets straight at her, even if his daggers go through her chest, even if he tries his best to break her down, she still runs to him. Every single time.


The tears  that were once stinging her eyes and blurring her vision, is now replaced with anxiety and butterflies fluttering inside her belly. Her thoughts took her to places she never imagined. Hamad was creative, she couldn't help but wonder what he had in stores.


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Yeaah well, Action is alongside cliffhangers. So if action is what you want, cliffhangers is what you get too.:p
I'm not being evil, I'm being nice haha:p.

Feedback? What do you think he has for her? Tell me what you're guesses are!:D