Age 8
"Mommy's going to be so mad."
"What happened,love?"
"I got a 76 on the math test! She's going to kill me." Esme says overdramatically,jumping onto her bed. Zayn sat next to her,the bed not sinking at all. He held the younger girl's hand,thumbs brushing her palm softly.
"You'll be alright,love. She's not going to hurt you. I wouldn't let her."
"Z-Zayn why can't anyone else see you?"
"Because no one believes like you do,Esme. As long as you believe..anything is possible." Zayn says,holding onto her carefully.
"So if I believe then daddy can come back?"
"That's a little bit different..Esme. I'm sorry,love."
"It's not your fault. You're the bestest,Zayn. I love you." She says,cuddling beside him.
"I love you too." He replies,looking down at his little girl who was fast asleep.
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|MISCONCEPTIONS Z.M.|
FanfictionIn which reality and fantasy runs a very thin line and love conquers all. "He said he drew pictures of things he loved..he never drew me."
