I don't know. The phrase had begun to be meaningless. He stared at me, his eyes once so full of kindness were now so full of terror. He began to move to the far end of the couch. All I could do was watch. He looked down at the hand he used to touch me.
"Zayn..." I began. He looked back up at me. I felt so helpless.
"Zayn, I don't know what's going on either. I can't remember anything before yesterday, and you seem to be the only one that can see me." I felt a tear sliding down my cheek, and looked away, embarrassed. "I don't know what to do." The tear fell from my cheek to my dress. He sighed.
"Well, there has to be a reason I can see you. We must be... connected somehow," he said. I looked at him. He no longer looked afraid. In fact, he was smiling.
"Brooke... stop crying," he said. I wiped my cheeks. He put his hand on the back of his neck and looked at the window.
"I'm going to... try to help you." he said. I was shocked.
"Zayn, you don't-"
"I know I don't," he said, cutting me off. He looked back at me. "I want to. I can't stand to see you cry."
I smiled. "Thank you so much, oh my god, you have no idea!" I said. I went to give him a hug and went right through him and ended up on the floor. He shivered.
"Your so... cold." he said. I stood up.
"Sorry. So sorry. I forgot..." He just laughed at me. I was happy I wasn't alone anymore. Even though I had him, I knew that no one else could see me. Was it possible that I could remain unseen by society forever? And stay completely... hidden?
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FanfictionWhen Brooke wakes up lost and without her memories, she turns to a guy named Zayn, who happens to be on tour with his four band mates. But she soon finds out that he was the only one who could help her, as he is the only one who can even see her. Wi...
