Such a special day, isn't it? II Natalie & Zachariah
It was still quite dark; the day hasn't even really started yet; when Zachariah stopped his bike not far away from the apartments; or at least not far away from the apartment he wanted to go to. He dropped his helmet on the ground; not caring the least that some stones probably scratched into it. By now his helmet looked awful anyway, so did his motorcycle and so did he. His body was covered in bruises and scratches and with every move he made he could feel it. Not the pain, but the impact of the injuries: He was getting weak.
He could barely move his arm after throwing the swing away, he was supposed to wear another week and he could feel how his leg started to get more and more stiff and heavy with each step. He was good though in hiding these things; just as good as he was in hiding the cuts and bruises on his chest and arms and legs. The only thing he could barely hide was the cut over his left eyebrow; it didn't stop him from trying though. And in the end there was - almost - no way to see that he had a few accidents while he was gone.
He pushed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and looked at the moon for a moment, thinking of his trip and the reasons why he went on it. To be honest he wasn't completely sure anymore what the reason had been in the end. If it was his anger or the fact that he had kissed Natalie. Zachariah shook his head, leaving that thought behind, and with a sigh he walked into the right direction. Not to his apartment; even though that would surely be the better idea according his injuries; he walked straight to Natalie. He would've stayed away for another week or even longer if the news didn't tell him what day it was. Monday the 26th; August. Natalie's birthday and probably the only thing that would've get him back to the Circus so early.
One moment he paused in front of the door, taking a deep breath and straightening himself. This was the time to play happy, healthy Zachariah; even though he wasn't sure what he had to expect. He had left her when she asked him to stay, even kissed her and while his trip he didn't even write her a message. And now after two weeks where he could even have died without her knowledge he just stood in front of her apartment again. Taking another breath he knocked against the door and waited for her to open. As soon as she did he raised his eyebrows with a playful grin on his lips. "Don't punch me!"