"Zayn, I don't know if I can do this anymore," I said.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were braking up with me," he replied. I was hoping he would get it the first time I told him.
"I am," I sighed.
"W-why? Did I do something? Tell me, I'll fix it," he said trying to find some way to reverse what had already been set in stone.
"No, I just don't feel the same with you anymore," I tried to explain. The look on Zayn's face was nearly unbearable. This was too hard. I dis still feel the same but I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was moving away to live with my aunt and that I didn't want us to have to go through a long distance relationship.
"So there's nothing I can do to stop this? he asked. I shook my head, not bothering to look at him because I knew that as soon as I did, my eyes would fill with tears and I would be in his arms comforting him.
"I understand, I wish things could have been different," he said walking in the opposite direction that we'd been moving in before.
It took all of my strength not to go after him. Instead, I just continues on home. All by myself.
~~~A week later~~~
It was getting late but I still hadn't found the last bag that I needed for the rest of my belongings. I pulled out a backpack from the top of my closet and a piece of paper fell graciously down and touched the tip of my toes.
It was a poem from seven months ago. Zayn wrote it for me the day after our one month anniversary.
It read:
Oh my beautiful Brooke,
Like your name implies
You're as vibrant as a river.
Your eyes sparkle like a diamond
You hand fits perfectly in mine
And your smile gives me shivers.
I know that it's soon
But I don't want to wait
To tell you I love you
Sorry I'm a bit late.
I wanted to cry. I folded the note up into a tiny little square and placed it in the very bottom of my bag, making sure that it was not visible. I didn't want to see it but I couldn't just throw it away. I needed to move on from Zayn but I wasn't ready to get rid of that poem just yet.
Once all of my things were prepped, I was ready to go to the Greyhound to catch the bus to my aunts house. I really didn't want to leave my home and my friends, and Zayn but with my mother in rehab and my father being unfit to raise three children by himself, I had absolutely no choice.
When I got to the Grey hound I sat my bags down and looked around until my eyes landed on a familiar face that I didn't expect to see here. I'd been avoiding Zayn since I broke up with him and yet here her was.
"Brooke!" he called out to me. I had no where to go so I let him come to me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked looking anywhere but his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes that held more emotion than any piece of music or art.
"I came to get my girlfriend back. I know why you broke up with me," he said.
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, Karina told me everything. I don't care how far away you are, I still love you. I'm not letting you go because of something as stupid as a distance," he said.
"I just don't know about this Zayn," I told him.
"Brooke look at me," he said. I did and as soon as our eyes made contact I regretted it. There was no way I could stay away from him. "You love me don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, but..."
"There are no buts when it comes to love. If we love each other, why would we just give up?" he questioned.
I couldn't think of a valid reason that Zayn and I should have broken up.
"I don't know," I confessed.
"Then how about this, we'll just try it for a month and if long distance doesn't work for us then I'll leave you alone," he tried to reason with me.
"Okay," I agreed. There were tears forming in my eyes. I wasn't sad just disappointed in myself for almost letting go of the one thing that made my terrible life worth living, the one person who loved me unconditionally.
"Can I have a kiss before you leave?" he asked. I smiled and complied to his wish. When the fire ignited throughout my body, I felt remorse for that whole week I spent without Zayn. That week where every second a hole in my heart got bigger and bigger only to finally be filled in this moment.
"I love you," we both said at the same time.
