Zayne did not return last night.
I had slept off on his couch, waiting. And right now, I could feel a slight sting in my chest. Yesternight was supposed to be for us. But it only started with us and ended with him and his sister.
Then I couldn’t help but think, why didn’t she usually call either of their parents whenever she was about to have her episodes? Why Zayne?
I checked my phone and there was no call or text.
My chest kept tightening as I stood up, feeling totally different. I felt sticky, and heavy from the night before. A bit exhausted from everything that had happened.
I got up to find his bathroom, flicking on the light.
The reflection that stared back at me in the mirror almost startled me. My hair was messy, mascara faintly smudged, but it wasn’t the face itself that c
