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One Year of Zack
His greasy hand wove itself through his black locks, his eyes were shut and he was lost in thought not even caring to wipe the dirty streaks off of his face.
One Year of Zack: Day Two
He pretend like it was nothing, he kept his work life separate from his two little blonde ladies, he didn’t need to stress them out with this stuff besides his favorite part of the day was when April ran into the room crying, ‘daddy, daddy look! I picked a new kind of flower today!’
One Year of Zack: Day Three
His green eyes were like emeralds that were dipped in a pale of gloss, they could read her blue eyes with just a glance, he could tell when he needed to shove the long-overdue papers away and comfort her.
One Year of Zack: Day Four
Zack’s favorite thing to do when he was alone, not that it ever happened, was blast music (21st century music) and dance around his room and sing into a hairbrush like some teenage girl.
One Year of Zack: Day Five
His dark hair was tousled from the white towel and almost looked as crazy as Wiley’s hair, only his was that much softer.
One Year of Zack: Day Six
Zack would still take strolls with Casey at night, in the mornings, in between mornings. He’d take her by the hand and lead her into the green hedge maze or on the stone path past all the flowers, he’d kiss her hand and tell her how much he loved her.
One Year of Zack: Day Seven
He was a nervous wreck, so much his palms were sweaty and he had to wipe them on his pants to try and get ahold of himself. An understanding hand patting his shoulder, he went through this at one point too.
One Year of Zack: Day Eight
He took her to the place they first met, the staircase that he counted over again, nervously, each step, once and over again. His heart beating so fast he felt like he might throw up.
One Year of Zack: Day Nine
Sometimes he likes to walk in the field of flowers and smell each new flower he came across.
One Year of Zack: Day 15
The King work was starting to dwell on him and if he didn’t stop worrying about the legal papers in front of him he might have a permanent crease in his forehead.