The news of Zayn's cancer spread like wildfire in our school, and that was all everyone talked about for weeks. People came up to Zayn, expressing their grief.
Like they even cared.
Days passed on, the attention got lesser and lesser, until it stopped completely.
The heights to which people can go to suck you up didn't really affect Zayn, but it infuriated me. How can they pretend to care for Zayn when they really don't?
During the same days, Zayn's relatives were driving over to get their WBC patterns checked. But till now, the results have only caused disappointment.
Until now.
Yaser got a phone call from the hospital.
Someone's white blood cell patterns have matched Zayn's.
Oh, and this time, the hospital is sure it's the right match. They better be or Yaser may sue them.
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fighting the stars above
Hayran Kurguzarry // completed I was young. I was naive. I was in love. We were happy.... But happy times never last forever. I should have known that. Because he said those three words that could either destroyed us, or could make us much stronger than before...
