‘…so, that day, I just finished reading a book in the library which our History teacher, Mr. Gray, required us to read for a quiz or something like that the next day. Then as I walked out the hallways towards the parking lot so I could get my bike, I saw a guy, my classmate actually, Harry Styles. He had this funny look on his face like me being there was wrong. And it actually felt like it. And as I stepped out trying to shrug off his weird behavior, a very hard object came down on me hitting me flat on the ground. The last thing I could remember was people chattering around me, medics carrying me to an ambulance and darkness. I couldn’t see a thing and I was terrified to death. I wished, at that moment, for a light to just appear and guide me out of the darkness I was put in. But, sadly, that light never came…until now.’
I exhaled in relief as I ended my tragic tale.
It felt actually good when I tell people my story.
Like a portion of me is shared to others and a chunk of my trauma and grief fades away.
I understood the silence that comes from people after I narrate my tale, but the silence between me and Zayn felt new and bizarre.
It was dead silent for an extensive amount of time that I was a bit worried that he left after hearing my fucked-up life.
But it wouldn’t surprise me if he did.
‘Are you there?’
I asked smiling.
I guess the hand cupping mine meant yes.
I can’t help but feel uneasy when a part of him is in contact with me.
However, these sweet gestures also give me a good reassurance that a day with him is complete and safe.
‘Why so silent?’
I asked as the troubling and thickening silence continued.
I felt his hands leaving mine and I felt weirded out by his freaky behavior.
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BLIND (A Ziall Fanfic/BoyxBoy)
Ficțiune adolescenți"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...
