smith noticed zayn was wearing bracelets again. lots of them.
he noticed her staring and he put his arm under the restaurant table.
"don't. not now." he whispered.
"then when zayn? when can we talk about this? because you told me you stopped." she whispered back.
she wasn't mad.
she just felt betrayed, like he chose the blade over her.
over their relationship.
"i did stop." he said messing with his bracelets under the table. his appetite for pasta suddenly diminished and instead he felt like crying.
"zayn..." she pushed her dish away, her appetite also fading, in fact she felt sick.
sick because she felt like no matter how hard she tried to save him, it could never be enough.
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guys, this is probz gonna really suck, but idc i'm kinda just happy that i wrote a story and finished it so... yah
-birdie x
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Goodnight ☪ z.m
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