You were sitting in your bedroom, the same one you shared with Zayn. You scrolled through your twitter feed, reading hate. You had enough. Soon, you tweeted "Okay, I've been told "I wish you die". I hope you'll be happy that your wish is coming true. I'm sorry Zayn. I'll always love you. I'll see you again, my sweet" you choked out tears as you typed the message on your keyboard, and wrote a note for him
My sweetest Zayn,
I will miss you so much. But we will be together soon. We will once again be reunited. Please do not miss me, for I will be in a better place. I'll always love you
Sincerely, (y/n)
You sat on the floor of the bathroom, waiting for the water to fill up the tub. You slipped inside, swallowing a few pills and closing your eyes, waiting for the darkness to take over...
--Zayns POV---
I haven't been on twitter all day. The boys have been acting strange, too. I unlocked to front door and called out "honey, I'm home!" I get no response. I slowly descend the staircase, opening every door before finding her. Slumped against the side of the tub. Lifeless. I say no words as I read her note, tears sliding down my face. I pull out my phone and read her last tweet. This is where it hits me. She's gone. I start typing "I'm sorry, to all of you. But this will be my last tweet, last breath, last everything. I love you" I shed my clothes and lay facedown on her, in the tub. My mouth and nose are underwater, but I do not struggle. I need to do this. I faintly hear the last words we exchanged, just last night
*quick flashback*
"You'll never leave me, right?" I had muttered, almost asleep. She had smiles and rubbed my back "never, in my life." She responded. I smiles and slowly drifted off to sleep
*end of flashback*
I can no longer move, not breath. I am so close to my angel again. We will love again, in another world...
