Letters to Zayn

Chapter 19

I escape the staircase with my face still wet with tears which are continuously straming down, seeming to be ready to leave scars on their way down. The image of Zayn and Perrie does not leave my mind, no matter how hard I try.

I never really understood all those people babbling about heartbreak up until now. I thought it was so exaggerated, saying that it is phyical pain more than emotional. That is most likely scientifically impossible. That's what I used to think. And I've just been proved wrong.

Without even thinking I leave the arena. Eve might be worried about me, but being such a friend she should understand me. Not wanting to risk her going to look for me while I'm in such state I decide to text here saying that I'm fine, just need some time alone and that I'll meet her at her home after the concert. After that i turn my phone off so no one can disturb my suffer. There are some things that you have to do by yourself and no one can help you.

I wander off to the dark night streets of London, glad that this city seems quite safe with loads of ordinary people walking around all the time. I can't actually go in somewhere looking like this, people may think that I just escaped mental institution. Suddenly I hear the most unexpected noise come from my mouth-a giggle. Because I did just escape a mental institution, some sort of, though I definitely did not deserve to be kept there.

Why can't i have a normal life, with no kidnapping, fake love confessions from the person I trust the most, without heartbreak? After all this time of writing letters full of rethorical questions which did get answered, those rethorical questions have not left my head, and I am not sure they ever will.

Probably another hour passes of me walking up and down the coastline of Thames. And then I pass a familiar figure that I recognise instantly though I've only seen this person for a few hours combined. The person does not seem to see me and passes by, but I chase her and start talking.

"Margo! It's so good to see you! What are you doing here?" I burst out all my questions and surprisingly start smiling seeing a person who once helped me when I really needed help.

"Oh hey, Rebecca, is it? Good to see you, though you don't seem too well. I've just come here to check London for the first time ever, about time, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so." And that is all I can say before I start sobbing once again. It's such an embarassment but I just can't hold myself together anymore.

"Sweety, are you okay? Well what am I asking, obviously you are not. Come on, I've rented a flat in the east side of London, we can get there for some tea and to talk." Seeing the terror in my eyes she must have understood that I don't feel like talking about all of this as she adds " or we can just sit in silence. Which ever fits you. I just can't leave you here like this."

I just nod my head and follow her to the familiar car. It brings back so many memories both good and bad, the scare of being captured and the relief of being saved at the right time. It is as if Margo always knew when to be there for me. Like an angel sent from above. Maybe that's what she really was? Probably not. It's not like I, of all the people deserve to meet an angel.

The trip only takes 15minutes and she helps me out of the car. Tears were still welling in my eyes, therefore it was hard to see, but she helped me to the door of the extremely posh flat. A strange choice for a short visit, I thought. But who am I to decide what's right or wrong, I took a flight the same day I bought a ticket. Maybe Margareth had no other choice as well. Who knows. I still don't pay much attention to everything around me, but when we walk into the living room there is no mistaking who I see there. I would recognise his face everywhere. The face I've come to hate. The one who hurt me so much and was so unfair to me.

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so, who do you think she sees? next part will be the last one, so I hope you are excited to see how it all ends :)