Imperfectly Perfect

•||•CHAPTER 10 :PART2•||•

Madly is how i loved you, forever is how long it'll be.

~~Melyssa Winchester

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Third Person's Perspective

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But what shocked her the most was one oddly eerie message from someone she was ready to leave in her past.

Where the fuck are you Zahra? ~ Zane

She blinked, multiple times at that. Her stance was ridged, tense almost as she witnessed the ghost of her dark past say typing under his name. She couldn't believe her eyes, it must've been the way the color from her peachy cheeks drained or how she blankly stared at the screen with a touch of shock and anger, the anger hidden in the way her body stood there by the nightstand rigid and tense.
"Hey, Zahra, are you okay?" Fransisco asked from where he sat, looking at her with furrowed brows, wondering what had her all upset. No response, she just stood there lifelessly with also rigidity in her body stance. Her body language spoke more volume than her face.

How dare he text me? Isn't it enough that he chose her over me? Why keep in contact? Why worry about me? Why does he still care, he's supposed to be with her. To be texting her and leave me alone, and yet there is this soothing and almost euphoric sensation overwhelming me knowing that he is texting me. Knowing he's worried about me. That he somewhat cares what happens to me.

No, i can't, i'm not going to do this with him. He left me. i can't fall back into his trap, i can't let myself weaken at the slippery words draped in honey he sells me.

Ding.

I'm worried about you Za, please where are you.... ~Zane

Ding

I'll come pick you up even! ~Zane

Ding

Fuck it, send me the address i'm on my way. ~Zane

Ding

Za answer the damn messages! I can see you are online! ~Zane

Ding

Za, please...i need to know you okay. ~Zane

She couldn't breathe, her tears were choking her. They fought to come out, but she would not let them, she covers her mouth with her one hand as she stares at the text. Her heart beat racing, her chest contracting, her knees wobbling. She couldn't stand up straight, her eyes were bloodshot at this point. She felt herself losing balance, she couldn't stand up straight anymore, her body couldn't contain so much emotional baggage. She couldn't hold it back anymore, her body needed to release this emotional stress. She fell into Fransisco's arms, her back hitting his chest. Her choked sobs came out as hyperventilating cries for help, her hand trembling as her phone fell, the last text really hitting home for her.

"Za what's wrong, why are you crying, what happened? Za! Za breathe, just breathe." Fransisco tried to get through to her, but her ears were blocked. It was like water was out inside of them and all she heard was a blurred version of what Fransisco was saying. She didn't know why, but the last text really hit home for her. It reminded her of everything her and Zane could've been but are not and all the memories they shared together, they were all now being shoved down her throat suffocating her.

This isn't fair. How could he be so impulsive, so ignorant so selfish! He can't just chose when to care and when to not, he can't say one thing to me and act differently in front of others. He isn't the man i knew anymore, he just wants me to remain stuck over him, he's selfish like that. Even in my misery my sorrows and misfortune must still revolve around him. He was everything to me, he had the best of me and still treated me like shit. But those rare beautiful moments where his love reflected his actions, the beautiful moments when his smile only wanted me, his arms only felt right around me. The amazing moments where he knew i was all he needed and never questioned it. I loved him so much, i gave him my all. I was there for him through it all and all i get is his second hand feelings, his second hand loving and caring. i don't want it. i don't need it. I don't want him. I don't want him. I... why is it that parts of me know i don't want him, but deep down i still need one more night with him. One more sunrise and sunset locked between his arms and my lips between his. I want to feel every flaw he has to offer and still kiss with so much compassion and love.

I'm so pathetic, so , so pathetic. How did i end up like this, this little nobody who fell head over heels for one of this city's most sought after teen boys, the boy who I can never call mine no matter how much I wishes ,no matter how much I prays and begs for him to stay. I do stupidly fell for him, and Im still stuck on him. I'm still stuck on this asshole who could give two shits, or zero, about me and acts like he cares. To keep me around, to keep me lingering. I hate him. I hate him because he refuses to let me go, even though i don't want to let him go. I just don't know why, what, i just need him but i don't need him....i don't need him.

"What did you read that has you so worked up?" Fransisco asked, but her face was nestled inside his chest, gripping on his for dear life. He reaches for her phone and sees the text. It affirms all his suspicions, all the rumors...they were true. Zahra and Zane were secretly seeing each other all this time.

Zahra, i love you. More than you know and i don't want you around bad people and i need to know you are safe and alive. So please baby, send me the address. ~Zane

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