Stay [h.s.] | short story

Chapter 8

"You're harassing her, man," Zayn hissed, glaring. His hands clutch onto his friend's shirt.
After this, maybe he'd refer to him as an old friend.

Harry retreats and pushes Zayn from his body. "She's my wife. Get the hell out of our business."

"You don't cheat on your wife," Zayn spat, striking pain in my heart.

Harry goes for another hit on Zayn, but Jasmin steps in-between the two boys, screaming for them to quit it.
Both of their chests are rising up and down at such pace.

Jasmin holds her gaze to her husband,
his eyes making deep connection with hers.

"Leave," Zayn bellowed.

Harry keeps direct contact at Jasmin. "Is that what you want, Jas?"

"Please," she lamented and he nods in response.

"I'm not giving up on you, Jasmin," he tells her before leaving Zayn's apartment and slamming the door shut.

A part of her still loves him.
A part of her wanted to go with him.
It's hurts when you loved someone for so long,
they turn the other way and betray you.
"Always," they promised when they were young.
Always had become a long time,
maybe it will become a never.