"please, don't do this," i cried to him.
"you know i don't want to," be replied, his voice cracking,
"i don't have a choice."
"you're the one who said that we always have a choice!" i raised my voice.
"that was different." he said, his voice was calm, unlike my own.
"in what way, zayn? don't you, don't you love me anymore?" i feared the worst.
"ana, please, this ca-"
"zayn, do you love me?" i looked straight into his eyes, hoping to find a silent answer in them.
"i- i don't," i felt the dishonesty as he looked away from me and let out a quiet sob, so i asked him again, "zayn, look at me, so you love me, or not?"
and this time, he stared right at me, his eyes emotionless, as he replied with a simple "no," and walked out of the apartment that we once shared.
it felt like everything came crashing down at the moment, as i heard the front door close, my knees gave up. as i fell the floor, i could see the pictures of zayn and i, some framed on the walls, two on my dresser, one next to my bed, and i cried. i cried like i had lost everything that mattered to me, because i did.
zayn wouldn't do that, i thought to myself, he wouldn't have lied about loving me, about wanting to spend his entire life with me, zayn wouldn't break my heart. as much as i wished for that to be true, his face as he told me he didn't love me came into the back of my mind, cracking the few pieces of my heart that i had left.
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hey guys! i really hope you guys love under the sun, it's something that i've been planning to write for a few months and just started. please don't hate me if you don't like it, i'm not a pro. thank you!
arabella x
