Alina’s POV
“Will you forgive me?” My voice cracks as the words leave me, tears already burning at the corners of my eyes.
Zayn lifts his hands gently to my cheeks, his own eyes glistening. “You did nothing wrong, Alina,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I should’ve listened instead of shutting you out. You had every right to be upset with me.”
“No, Zayn.” I shake my head, more tears falling. “I shouldn’t have been mad at you. You were right… I’m overthinking everything. I shouldn’t have been so harsh.” My thumb wipes the tears sliding down his face. “Look at us—we’ve never been like this. I don’t want our relationship poisoned by this. I won’t bring it up again. I… I was the one in the wrong.”
I wrap my arms around him, pressing my face into his chest. He pulls me close immediately
