Alive//z.m. au

Alive ➸ "I'm Zayn, by the way."

They sat in his room, contemplating.

"What about your parents?"

"I ran away from home."

She replied averting her gaze from him to the white bandage on her hand.

"Why do something like that?"

"Because they don't understand me."

She played with the free end of the white gauze while he glared at her.

"I don't have a place to stay." She added.

"You can stay here." He looked around the funny mess that could he called his room. "My parents are hardly ever home."

"Mine too."

They sat in silence for a while.

"What if they came looking for you?"

"They won't. They're in France. By the time they'll be home and read the letter I left, I'll be long dead."

His face contorted in irritation.

"You were to give life a chance."

"Yes, I am."

He nodded. His mind formulating plans as he noted a hint of reluctance in her tone.

"We'll start tomorrow. I have something in mind."

His eyes lit up and she couldn't help but notice the mischief playing behind his sharp features.

"My hand pains."

She whined, distractedly.

"That's good. It'll keep reminding you how alive you are."

She looked up to meet his eyes lined with undeniable affliction.

"I think we should sleep." He exclaimed. "Tomorrow's a big day."

She nodded and proceeded to follow his orders.

As much as she still hated her presence here and wished he hadn't met her and that she'd have jumped, she was looking forward to another day filled with surprises. 

"I'm Zayn, by the way."

"I'm Claire."

She mumbled one last time, before drifting off to sleep.

~to be contd