It Hurts Me To Think That You've Ever Cried (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic) ~COMPLETED~

Epilogue

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*70 years later*

Seventy years today. Seventy years ago today Zayn gave his heart to me. Even seventy years later, I still think about him. He told me to move on and mingle with other people, but I couldn’t do it. I dated, but no relationship could compare to ours, we were soul mates, and nothing could change that. I went over to the fridge in my flat. There lays the picture of Zayn and I that we took that one day in the hospital when he showed me the garden that was dedicated to me.  I grabbed it and sat on my couch reminiscing about the old days and the memories we used to have.

~FLASHBACKS~

“Zayn stop!” I screamed as he chased after me.

“No! Not before I tickle you!” he screamed back.

I finally ran out of breath and he tackled me. He started to tickle me and placed a kiss on my lips.

“The sunset is so beautiful,” I said while looking over the Florida beach.

“Just like you,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said while blushing like mad.

“You don’t need to thank me for admitting the truth.”

“Will you be the first person I see when I get out of here?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“I love you,” I said.

“I will always love you, never forget that.” 

“Always?”

“Forever,” he promised.

~FLASHBACKS OVER~

I suddenly got tired and closed my eyes, wanting to take a nap. My breathing became heavier but I thought it was normal from all the crying I just did. More memories of Zayn flooded through my mind, more than I could imagine, and I couldn’t stop them; not that I wanted too. I saw Zayn and he said “Come with me Ashley. I miss you.” And there was that beautiful voice and beautiful brown eyes that I missed for so long. Together we walked down to the light and I could feel my years become shortened. I couldn’t be happier to see my soul mate again. The last words that I made escape my lips were “Always,” and he repeated “Forever.”