Before // Zion Kuwonu

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Zions Point of View

Hazel's words were imprinted into my brain, playing on repeat. She was right. I was childish.

I wish I never had seen her cry and the worst part was it was because of me.

Fucking me.

Now I'm sitting on my bed, face resting in my hands as I start to cry also.

The floor creaks as someone walks into my room.

"Hey, bro its alright," I hear Austin says sitting next to me.

"Its not alright, I was a jackass to her when she was right," I expressed swiping away my tears.

"Well then go back to her, say that, fix things up," Austin encourages me.

I look at him, "I dont know man..."

"Hazel is one of the best things that's happened to you, for all of us. If you really love her, you need to go to her," Austin advises.

I nod my head and quickly stand up, picking up a hoodie.

"Thank you man," I say walking out and taking the keys to the van.

On the way to her dorm, an unknown number calls, connected to the bluetooth speaker. I continue to focus on the road as the call goes to voicemail.

What the actual fuck happened?

Immediately I pick up, knowing its Dylan.

We got in a fight.

Well no shit, I can tell. Your ass better be on the way over here.

I'm already driving, I'll be there in five minutes.

Dont bother going to the dorm, I just found out that she is at a party.

Where is it.

Dorm 5028. Hurry, I dont know how much shes drank.

I'll be there in a second

Thank god.

I'm sorry, I really am.

Look, I dont know what happened but say that to her, not me.

Dylan hangs up the phone, I speed to the parking and park in a parking space, probably not allowed to. Running to the dorm building, I go in the direction of loud music until I find it and open the door to reveal a jampacked dorm.

There were so many people squished into the small dorm rooms. Drinks poured onto the ground, some people almost naked, some throwing up, lots grinding.

I frantically text Dylan

Where are you

The so called kitchen area.

It was a tiny place as one can imagine with a dorm. There was a main room, bathroom, and four rooms. I squeeze my way through the mob over to the small kitchen area in the main room and see Dylan holding Hazels hand.

Hazel had a red solo cup in one of her hand that she took sips from every 5 seconds, looking rather normal but her eyes were lacking the soul and livelihood that I love so much.

"Dylan!" I call out almost towards them.

Dylan miraculously hears me somehow and looks up, making eye contact with me, worried.

Just as I get next to them, Dylan says, "We gotta get her back."

"Yeah," I agree taking her cup out of her hand and dragging her out.