Perhaps it was the way the autumn wind would lap against my figure as I trudged through it in my black pumps, gingerly making my way past the bus stop you would stand at every morning, your hands buried deep in the depths of your pockets.The way the breeze would push against me with force causing me to press the tips of my frozen toes into the concrete in order to keep my balance firm and confident.
Or perhaps it was how I continuously lay, sprawled across my bed each morning even though I had much to do in the twenty four hours given to me for that designated day. How I would procrastinate to extremes, lazing around, wishing to do nothing but sleep. How it was so similar to you as you would never want to get out of that bed of yours like sleep was your best friend and God knows if it were a person, you would defiantly marry it.
Or maybe it was how even despite not being too fond with the idea of coffee every morning I was stood in the kitchen at 6am, prompt, each day mixing my coffee with a tea spoon. And each morning the steam arising from the hot beverage danced around the room in a specific pattern of curls, roaming around until it blended with the air present whist I pondered with the thought of whether you still liked coffee each morning or not and if yes, did you like it milky or so strong it would bite at your tongue each time you took a sip.
Or perhaps it was how I would lay in bed until the clock struck one in the morning, my mind thinking about nothing but you and how much I’d like to hold you right at this moment. How I would toss and turn between the sheets, snatching the un-used pillow beside me and snuggling into it as I pictured it to be you. How I couldn’t fall asleep without the false hope that maybe tomorrow would be the day I would wake up and find you next to me instead of the blue covered pillow I was so use to seeing each time I would open my eyes.
But whatever it was, it all led me to the thought of you and my God did that hurt, I just hoped that somehow you felt the air leave your lungs for a couple of seconds each time my name was mentioned too.
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You might already know me from my first fanfiction about Zayn, I'm sorry its so crap I didn't really know how to make my writing interesting haha but hopefully this fanfic is much better :D please vote and comment, it would honestly mean so much to me and if you have any direct comments or questions for me ask me on twitter, @candycrxshziam Thanks guys! Oh and this is all from my imagination I didn't copy anyone else so please don't copy me. (i also wrote this poem so please dont use it without crediting me thanks).Also I'm sorry if your fanfiction is similar, I don't have any intention to steal it so please tell me and I will change my story. Hope you enjoy this fanfic a lot! Byeee x
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Fanfiction"She was the air I would kill to breathe, it was just unfortunate that to be able to breathe I had to kill her"
