Can This Be True? { A Zalfie Fanfic }

Alfie

Zoe wanted to talk and I had no idea what about. I didn't want to talk to her about what had happened as it would just make it all the more real. The rain had slowed to a sprinkle, but I was still soaked. I stood up and started to make my way, slowly, back to the hospital. 

The warmth wrapped itself around my body, a very pleasant feeling. I was still dripping wet though. I got into the lift looked at myself in the refelection, I looked like crap. I didn't care though, I didn't care about anything anymore. 

I got off on the third floor and made my way to where Zoe was in the back. She was sitting by herself at the small table in her room. "Where's your family?" I asked as I sat down next to her. 

"They left," she said softly. 

"Oh. So you wanted to talk?" I felt so incredibly stupid sat here, looking as if I had gone swimming. Zoe probably felt very odd at that moment. 

"My dad is moving to America," she said it all so quickly, I didn't understand at first. It took about five seconds for me to realize what she had said. I was going to say something, but she had walked over to me and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. 

Her tears dripped down onto my back, I was already soaked so it didn't really matter. She started to speak incoherently and I just patted her gently. I didn't really know how to comfort her, or what was even wrong. 

"Oh Alfie, I'm so sorry. I am sorry," she just kept repeating this words until they died down to a murmur. 

"When can we go home?" was all that I asked. I think that we both needed some time to cool down and relax. Lucky for me the doctor came in about five minutes later and said we could leave. Zoe was still crying as I held her hand and led her down to the car. 

She drove us home, but I was worried the whole time that she was going to crash the car on accident into some pole. We made it home safely though, and I was relieved. I held her hand as we walked up to our flat. I held her hand as I unlocked the door, I held her hand tightly. 

I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me. I let go of her hand, and I could tell that she was throughly depressed. "I killed it," was all she could say. We sat there on the couch crying all night. 

Sorry it is so short, lovelies. Also, it is really depressing. The next Zalfie story that I right is going to be so freaking amazing it will blow you all away! So yaa, that is coming up! I love you all so muc. ^_^ xxx