7: Accidentally Meant

Zheira stood still at the hotel’s rooftop. She didn’t know much of the details but something inside her kept directing her into doing something she normally wouldn’t do. It’s like a whisper, the kind of which was too much to bear that she just followed whatever it’s telling her. She stretched her hands as the wind brushed against her skin, together with the warmth of the sun. The golden strands of her hair waved and tossed at her back, making her feel as though, finally, she’s free.

“Freedom.” She closed her eyes as the cold breeze whipped against her cheeks. There was a certain satisfaction swirling inside of her, telling her that this was what she always deserved, to not be caged, to let everyone see who and why she have to exist, because only then could she validate her identity, only then could she distinguish herself. 

Her lips curved when she heard the New Yorkers below gasped, pointing her with wide eyes. The sound waves of their rapid heartbeat were music