Twenty: Without You

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"I don't love you anymore!"


That sentence made me weak again on my knees for the second time around since i've been here inside his dressing room.


I didn't stop crying since awhile ago.


"You're kidding, right?" I battle with my tears continuously running down my cheeks.

"I'm not" he says and starts his explanation, but I can see he can't look me in my eyes. I approach him and i'm like a lovesick girl clinging to him. I hug him so tightly and just continued crying on his chest. He sighs again and hugs me back.


I don't get him! One moment, he tells me he doesn't loves me then he hugs me back. I pulled away and ask him.

"Is this some kind of your revenge to me? Stop it, Zayn. I know what you're doing and i'm not buying it" I confidently say to him while wiping away my tears and i'm still hoping that he'll take it back and say 'Bria, i'm just kidding. I still love you.'


But i'm very wrong.

"No, This is not a some kind of my revenge! You were the one who left me a year ago and then you'll crawl back to me all of a sudden like nothing happened and confess your undying love for me?" he pauses and I can't believe those words are coming out from the mouth of the guy that I consider that i'll be spending the rest of my life with.

"But Zayn, I told you that throughout the year, I didn't stop loving you while reading those letters-" I start but he has an answer like this is some kind of script in a movie.

"Those letters? Bria, those are so sappy and the corniest thing i've ever done in my life. To be honest, that's my regret because i've wasted my life for doing those when I should've concentrated on my studies!" he confesses and I slap him hard as I can.

"Who are you? What has gotten into you?" I start.

"The Zayn I know wouldn't do this. what happened to the old us?" I continue.

"It was over" he simply says and that's it I slap him again and I move away from him, shake my head and go outside, leaving this damn building and the guy who I thought we can sort all things out tonight.


I run as fast as I can while crying. When I made it outside, there are paparazzis are shoving their cameras to me and asking me loads of questions.


"How are you Bria?"

"Are you back with Zayn?"

"Will you go back to acting now?"

"Did you give birth?"

"Are you pregnant?"


Loads of questions are being thrown at me at the moment but i'm not the mood in replying to them and I just walk and pretended they aren't there. When I got to Anne's car, someone called me.


It's him.


"Bria!" I look behind and saw him holding something, then I comprehended what is he holding, a letter.

"Take this" he says and extended his arms to give the letter to me. I just look at him weirdly and rolled my eyes.

"What is that Zayn? Another letter? Another letter from you that I won't get over until God knows what time? Are you kidding me? If that's it, i'm done with your game!" I raised both of my arms like a sign of defeat while the paps still continue to take videos and pictures of my meltdown.

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