Zayn Chaos
It was my fault. If only… I shut my eyes tight and massaged my temple. It’s been a month since Coraline fell into a coma, unresponsive. I know this is already a sign—a bad sign.
"I warned you not to get close to my daughter, Zayn," her father said, shaking his head in disappointment. "You knew that stirring her emotions would lead to this."
His words haunt me, replaying in my mind like a cruel reminder of my mistake. I should have stayed away. I should have let her be. If only I had been the one to suffer alone, at least she wouldn’t be lying there—silent, unmoving. Our love was never meant to be, and yet, I was selfish. I pushed forward, and now, I’ve made everything worse.
Guilt tightens around my chest as I stand up, my legs heavy with regret. I leave without a word, m
