supermodel | sza & z.m

.epilogue.

"you ever think about how fragile life is?" zayn asks, a cloud of smoke drifting in front of his face before being chased away with his breath.

"like what if this is the last time we'll ever fuck... or kiss... or even see each other?" he explains it all with a seriousness that has his eyes shining. It makes s think of how whole he is. how he's a being with tiny organisms working within him just like her.

perhaps the blunt is hitting harder today.

"nah, that's real shit. this could really be it. i once fell out with one of my best friends over some petty boy drama and i though to myself 'bitch, we could really be dead and we're arguing about this.'"

"seriously! we could be dead."

"Dead." S says again to emphasize the significance before crawling over to sit in his lap.

"Thank you." she says.

"For what?"

"Everything. if this is the last time i see you before we meet again in our next life, i want you to know that i love you and you've helped me be a better woman. Not only that, but a better soul. You're soullll good for me."

Zayn looks up at her like he sees the world in her eyes.

And when he kisses her, she tastes like forever.