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The week got over faster than I had expected. It was around nine at night when we were pulling over by the main gate of my apartment complex.

Everything looked so different. Nothing seemed right. Everything was a mess. Everything was hurried. Everyone was panicked.

I almost ran towards the group of policemen who were standing around the sealed area inside the complex.

"What happened here?" I breathed out. It better not be something that I was actually expecting to be the case. Zarah.

"Who are you?" One of them inquired.

"I'm...I'm Niall Horan. I live here."

"Niall." Another inspector looked up. "This girl named Zarah...who I'm assuming was your friend..."

Was.

"...she took away her life. She left a behind a letter addressed to you. I'm sorry but we had to read it for our investigation to become easier. I'm also sorry about the loss" he completed.

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