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❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
A/N: little bit of a surprise pov this chapter so pay attention for that :)
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
Paradise.
I swear that's what I wake up to. I'm in a massive, comfortable bed, the girl I'm starting to care for very seriously is wrapped up in my arms, and the sun is shining into the room waking me up halfway through the day. I don't have a care in the world, honestly. I mostly want to start the day off right with Arielle before we begin our day full of already planned adventure.
So, when I untangle myself from her body and stand from the bed, the feelings that should be felt aren't there. They don't appear when I relieve myself in the washroom, nor when I slip on a pair of shorts, or stare at my reflection in the mirror for a minute.
No, those feelings don't bubble to the surface until twenty minutes later when I pass a still sleeping Arielle and head out to the private deck with a cigarette in my hand. It doesn't hit me until I'm in the sand, watching a family play around on their boat far out in the ocean.
The exact second the mother grabs her son's hand, and they jump into the waves together, it occurs to me exactly what I'm doing here.
The first few days after learning of my mother's death was hell. I went from being mad at her for those times she missed something important in my life, to being mad at myself for not trying harder to be a constant part of her life. It was tough because, in reality, I couldn't feel the grief until I overcame my anger at everything and everyone.
It's not like I've had proper time to delve into my feelings and deal with what should be felt, but I think that, in a way, I've already dealt with a lot of feelings in the past. I've overcome all the anger at my mother—the climax of that was when she failed to show up at my high school graduation. I've also dealt with forgiveness when it comes to her—that came when she made me sit down with her for a home cooked meal just several months ago where we spent hours upon hours reminiscing together like nothing had ever torn us apart.
I guess any sort of negative emotions I had ever felt when it came to Mum were quickly forgotten—the reason for that most likely being the plain and simple fact that she's my mother and I could never be upset with her for long.
I mean, yes, our relationship was strained—hell, it was far from perfect—but we had a relationship with one another. We always loved endlessly and forgave wholeheartedly and were overwhelmingly patient with each other. That's just the way it was.
Zeinah and Mum were another story. Zeinah was much too stubborn, just like my dad, and she stuck by her decision of basically hating my mother. Once she moved out, she never bothered to keep contact with her, and she pretty much pushed me out of the picture too because I was constantly trying to repair things between them.
