Liam POV
Zain is dead weight in my arms, his body limp against mine, the fight drained out of him completely. It isn’t exhaustion from the night or the scene. This is something deeper, something worse. This is what it looks like when a person finally breaks under the pressure they’ve been pretending they could survive.
He’s passed out cold, not because his body gave up, but because his mind couldn’t carry it any longer. I warned him about this. I told him there would come a point where pretending he was fine, pretending he could hold everyone together without falling apart himself, would destroy him. I just never thought I would see it happen like this.
I tighten my grip, lifting him carefully, carrying him through the hallway and into our room. His head lolls against my shoulder, his f
