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#8 - Pain

!! as i was copy pasting this it kept getting fucked up and im not fully sure i fixed it all sobs

Sok had always dreamed of what it would be like to finally be with Harry, the one she had adored for so long. He was charming, talented, and everything she thought she wanted.

Now, here she was, sitting next to him on the couch of his cozy London flat, his hand warm in hers. The atmosphere was perfect-a quiet evening with soft music playing in the background. But something was off, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. No matter how much she tried to focus on the present, her thoughts kept drifting to Zayn. Zayn Malik, with his easygoing smile and warm personality, had become one of her closest friends. He was the kind of person who made everyone around him feel comfortable and valued. With Zayn, there were no pretenses, just genuine conversations and effortless connection. They would laugh for hours, share their secrets, and support each other through everything. Being with Zayn felt natural, like slipping into a favorite sweater on a chilly day.

But Sok had always convinced herself that Harry was the one. He was the frontman, the one who captured her heart from the
start. And now that she finally had him, she couldn't understand why she felt so torn. The more time she spent with Harry, the more she realized something was missing. She should be over the moon, but instead, she felt hollow. Every kiss, every tender moment with Harry, was overshadowed by thoughts of Zayn. The guilt of these thoughts weighed heavily on her. Harry was kind, attentive, and everything she thought she wanted, but he wasn't Zayn. The more she tried to push Zayn out of her mind, the more he filled her thoughts, his friendly smile and warm eyes lingering in her memory.

It wasn't long before the internal struggle
started to wear her down. Sok had quit smoking weed a few months ago, determined to clean up her life and focus on what mattered. But the pressure of pretending to be happy with Harry while her heart was somewhere else was pushing her to the brink. The stress of it all became too much, and before she knew it, she was back on that familiar path, reaching for thr comfort of weed.

It started innocently enough-just a small
joint to help her relax after a particularly
hard day. She told herself it was a one-time
thing, just to take the edge of. But the
relief it brought her was intoxicating. The
moment she inhaled, the tightness in her
chest eased, and the thoughts of Zayn that
had been driving her crazy softened, just a little. But one joint led to another, and soon, it became a nightly ritual. Sok found herself
craving that moment of peace, that brief escape from the turmoil inside her. Each time she smoked, she promised herself it would be the last, but the next night, the cycle would start all over again.

The weed dulled her feelings, but it also dulled her, turning her into someone she didn't recognize. She was hiding from the truth, using the weed as a shield against the reality that
she was in love with Zayn. Not Harry, who looks at her with adoration in his eyes. The
weight of the lie she was living became unbearable.

One evening, after Harry had gone to bed, Sok sat on the balcony of his flat, a joint in hand. The city lights stretched out before her, but they did little to calm the storm inside her. As she took a drag, she realized that the weed wasn't helping anymore. If anything, it made everything clearer. She couldn't keep doing this to herself-or to Harry.

"Sok?" Zayn's voice was laced with
concern as he stepped onto the balcony, causing Sok to jump. She quickly tried to
hide the joint, but it was too late. Zayn had already seen it.

"What are you doing?" Zayn asked, his voice sharper than he intended. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes as he looked at her. Sok sighed, avoiding his gaze. "It's nothing, Zayn. I just needed to relax, okay? It's been a rough few days". "This isn't nothing," Zayn
insisted, stepping closer to her. "You promised you were done with this, Sok. What happened? Why are you doing this again?"His words stung, and Sok felt a surge of defensiveness rise within her. She didn't need another lecture right now, especially not from Zayn, who always seemed to have it all together. "I know
what I promised, but you don't understand. You don't get what I'm going through." Zayn frowned, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Then explain it to me, Sok. Help me understand. But smoking weed isn't going to solve anything. It's just going to make things worse".