“Zinniaaa.. Zinniaaa.. I prefer being alone,” Xerxes said at the top of his voice.
But by then he had already got into her apartment and one thing of hers caught his attention. So, he stood like a statue near the main door and kept looking at the way she was standing near the kitchen shelf with her leg forming a triangle with the feet of that leg resting on the side of the other leg’s knee.
That was just the way Dabria used to cook in the kitchen, and Xerxes always made fun of her for standing on just one leg. Staring at Zinnia’s posture, his eyes filled with tears as he remembered all the beautiful times that he spent with Dabria; holding her from behind, hugging her, kissing her neck while she would be telling him things with an uncontrollable smile.
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