‘So, Greg came in yesterday.’
I joyfully confided to Zayn, which as of the moment, as my senses could tell, finding comfort in the grassland.
I wish I could join him.
‘Oh.’
He replied in a very disappointed tone which sparked my curiosity immediately.
‘What? What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Bullshit.’
He sighed audibly as if I won’t let this get away so easily.
Which is true, by the way.
‘Tell me.’
I demanded as his silence made me impatient for an answer.
‘Oh, I see.’
I said as he never said a word as if I wasn’t there asking him a question.
‘What?’
He finally said, baffled by my last comment.
‘Nothing.’
I responded coldly.
‘What?!’
He demanded.
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BLIND (A Ziall Fanfic/BoyxBoy)
Подростковая литература"I am alive...but I think I've died long before. When I was blinded.When I was tricked.When I was played at.When I fell in love.When I knew it all. I'm so tired of this eternal horizon of pain...I badly want to feel an end for all this hurting. And...
