Fast Forward to 1 year later winter time....
Tatiana's POV
"My Chicago King Bed." I said and giggle softly.. Upset of California i said Chicago.... I lay on the bed and, was only me... I have been dead for about an year.... Zayn move on.... Which hurts.... he never visit my grave stone or anything not even talk to the air and, say "Im sorry...bye." Nothing like that.
He left the room the same but with his stuff gone... He even left the photo frame of me and, him on our first date... Right on the bed side on my nightstand and, left my necklace on it with it..
I look over at the side and, saw an tape on the sid eof my nightstand... I roll over and, pick it up and, play it on the tv... Ghost powers here!
I listen carefully and, heard Zayn saying his goodbyes... why cant he say it to me or visit me....
