Zayn’s POV
“You didn’t think this was going to last forever?” Her words land like ice against my skin, sharp and cold. “Wouldn’t it be best we end it?”
Under the table, I pinch myself—hard. Anything to keep from falling apart in front of her. I force a smile, but my lips tremble, betraying me.
“You promised you wouldn’t end it with me… even if he came back.” My voice cracks, the words shaking as I cling to that fragile smile.
“I guess promises do get broken.” She says it plain, her face unreadable. Not a flicker of emotion.
“Please don’t do this to me, Alina.” The plea slips out raw, pathetic even to my own ears. “I… I want to be in your life.”
For a split second, something flickers in her eyes. But it vanishes just as quickly.
“You can be in my life, Zayn—just not in my bed anymore
