He saw his reflection in the mirror, his blue eyes shined in the moonlight. He looked into his eyes and looked down at his left which was still holding onto the heavy metal structure. Pictures of the man he shot brutally a few hours back flashed in front of his eyes, he shook his head frantically and threw his gun which landed in some corner of his darkened room. He stood against the wall sitting down against it, tears pooled his blue eyes making him pull his knees close to his chest. He rocked back and forth biting his lip trying to keep himself from screaming, the door opened he couldn't recognise the figure due to the darkness. The figure approached him and squatted to his level "Justin" the voice said. Justin looked up and hugged his best friend crying as he tried to comfort him. "I hate the way I am, Zayn".
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Two Sides
FanfictionJust like a coin has two sides, There's hell and heaven, He is living two lives. The truth was known but not to everyone, will he continue to live two lives.....or will it change?
