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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...
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
Just like after my accident, when I was stressed to the max with trying to regain my memories, I've cut all my friends out of my life for the last two days. I haven't talked to Arielle. I haven't talked to Nyjah. I haven't talked to anyone, nor seen them because I can't handle everything that's going on lately.
I've my time going through my mother's things while thinking about and processing everything. I've managed to sort through all her belongings, deliver some to Zeinah, keep some for myself and sell the rest of it. Her house has already gone on the market as well, and I'm hoping it'll sell soon so everyone can move on.
I'll admit, it's been hard, but I've gotten through it. Granted, I wish I had Arielle to lean on, but that's my own fault. I quite possibly fucked that right up.
Honestly, I feel like shit for having left Arielle hanging for so long, but at the same time, it's been extremely hard. As it's begun hurt less, I'm less angry about it, and I'd had decent time to think everything over.
I feel guilty for having not talked to Arielle earlier. I realize now that I should've at least listened to her. I should have questioned her about why she felt the need to keep it from me. Why she didn't share with me. I was being a selfish ass, if I'm completely honest.
I have absolutely no problem with her having a child—not that it was her decision, truly. But I never would have dumped her because she was impregnated when she was raped. I wouldn't have left her even if she had a baby because of other circumstances. I would stay by her, no matter where the child had come from.
And I sure as hell would never have told Sullivan that he has a child. I knew him well enough to know he would've wanted to meet Mila. If he knew she existed somewhere out there with another family, he would've eventually met her, and possibly took her from the family she's grown to know. I wouldn't let that happen. He didn't deserve to know that someone of his own flesh and blood is out there.
Hell, Mila doesn't deserve to have those same genes that Sullivan has, but again, she didn't have much choice.
Knowing now that Sullivan is dead is relieving. Incredibly relieving. As much as it fucking sucks that I wasn't able to confront him before he died, in a way it's comforting, knowing he died slowly. He suffered in death, just like Arielle suffered every time he put his hands on her.
After stewing about feeling like shit all day, I eventually decided I should probably go see Arielle. I'd really like to talk to her about the situation and get some things off my chest. But most of all, I'd like to apologize for being an idiot and quite possibly an asshole.
Alright, mostly say sorry for being a total ass.
When I knock on Nyjah's front door, I tap my foot impatiently, eager to talk to Arielle and air everything out. Most of all, I just want to see her. I've missed her dearly and knowing that she's just on the other side of this door has butterflies forming deep within my belly.
