Soon {Zarry}

Thirty-seven Dreams

"Where are we going?"

"If I didn't answer the first time, what makes this time any different?"

"You'll get tired eventually."

"Not possible. It isn't that far away."

"Now, I'm even more curious."

"Too bad."

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"You keep staring. I'm surprised, too; I look pretty good as a blo-"

"I don't have a fucking thing for blondes!"

"Then, why do you keep getting so defensive?"

". . . I'm . . . not. . . defensive. . ."

". . . Sure, darling."

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"We're here."

"And where is 'here'?"

"Where I keep my paintings."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. You won't see them or the blood. I'm just going to sketch you in the front room and the forest. You said to draw what I see, but I only seem to find inspiration in you. I figured maybe another change in scenery could bring about a brilliant smile on your face."

"But you won't be able to paint it."

"I know, but it's a start. I also wanted to turn this into a date, so I made a picnic."

"Really?"

"Yes, so follow me."

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"Oh, how cute. I like the classic checkered blanket."

"Thank you, darling, but you'll like the food even better."

". . . Wow, this is filled to the brim."

"I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for, so I put in a bit of everything I knew you liked."

"Thank you. . . this is actually really nice. It feels nice to go outside and be in the sun."

"You can do that at the house. . ."

"I know, but it's different. Besides, this is our first date."

"Hmm, do you not consider our therapy sessions dates?"

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"It was a joke, darling."

"A bad one."

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". . . This is delicious. Did you make this or buy it?"

"The only thing I know how to make is art. However, the handy thing about modern technology and service is the convenience of home-delivery, and I guess an associate like Louis."

"Sketching already? Are you not going to eat?"

"I will, but I don't want to miss a moment."

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"Hey, Zayn. . ."

"Hmmm?"

"I just had a thought; what if we make-out for a little bit before you get to sketching?"

"Okay."

"Oof. . . ah, your hands are cold!"

"Perhaps you should warm them then."