Suicidal texts • z.m.

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Ezra'spov.

I opened my eyes, barley enough for me to see the rays of the light hitting me.

I look around the small hospital room, trying to find Zayn; if he was even here.

I suddenly find a figure, snoring lightly, laying his head beside me.

"Zayn, baby" I say to him, hoping he'll hear me.