ZAYNE’S POV
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At 7:00 AM, I was staring at my black screen. My phone went dead. As long as her breaths reached my ears, I slept. Now, they were gone, and so was my peace.
How did she sleep peacefully?
There was no solace, no comfort, no melody in her absence. The silence had stretched my heart and had grown unbearable.
Therefore, here I was, 8:00 AM sharp, outside her apartment in my immaculate form to return what is mine back.
“Woah, what brings you here at this hour?” Rose yawned, confused, holding a coffee mug halfway to her lips.
“What else? My bride.” I smirked, shrugging my shoulders, glancing inside to find her somewhere.
“Where is she? Is she still sleeping?”
"Don’t joke, Zayne. She left half an hour ago," Rose sighed, rubbing her eyes to clear her visio
