Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

TWENTY-ONE

Presently...

Bloom was done reading all the letters she found in the box. She was smiling as she traced his handwriting with her fingertips. His words were so pure and sweet in every letter she read and it made her question if it was written by the same person.

The smile slipped from her lips when she realized, she still couldn't remember anything. Her memory of him was still blank after reading his letters, she couldn't recall anything from what he wrote. She wished she did, they seemed like a memory she would never forget.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember something about him, anything even a glimpse into her childhood but got nothing. She groaned in frustration and laid on the bed staring at her window like it had the answers to all her questions.

"Why can't I remember anything if all this is real? Is this normal?"
She whispered softly to herself and hugged her pillow to her chest.

Maybe Zayn was right, she didn't know who she was. It made her question herself if she was the same girl that wrote those letters he showed her.

She stared at the bracelet around her wrist, the one she found in the box. She felt it didn't belong to her, she removed it and threw it inside the box and broke down.

She didn't want to lose him, she loved him so much. He showed her places she thought she'd never see, he made her experience different emotions for the first time and crave for things she never wanted, things she thought were useless.

She didn't know who dropped the box on her bed but why drop this now? Did the person know about her and Zayn?

Her head was aching from the whole thinking clouding her brain and depleting the sanity she was trying to save. She closed her eyes and tried to catch some sleep.

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There was a loud knock on her door that woke her up, she sat up and winced at the slight pain in her head.

"Dollface?" Damian called.

"Come in."
Bloom said tiredly and leaned back on the headboard.

Damian opened the door and walked in with her favorite pudding.

"Guess what I have here?" He asked with a grin pulling at his thin lips.

"I'm not feeling too well, " she told him in a low tone not looking his way.

"Should I call for Dr. Lana or get you some painkillers?"
He looked alarmed all of sudden.

"Painkillers will do."
She said with a low groan, massaging her temples slowly with her fingers.

Damian left and returned a few minutes later with the pills. She took it and laid back on the bed.

There was a long silence as he sat next to her on the bed looking worried.

"I brought your favorite pudding."
He said to her with a soft smile.

"I will take it later."
She told him with her eyes closed.

"Is everything okay?" he asked but got no reply.

"You look more miserable each day, I'm really worried. It's like I don't who you are anymore, a lot has changed since you started sneaking out and I'm sorry to say but I regret letting you out."

She was quiet. She sat up slowly and pushed the box his way.

"I found this in my room when I came back, do you know who dropped it here?"

She asked ignoring what he just said. She studied the expression on his face as he stared at the box with a straight face.

"Umm..no, I don't."
He pushed it back to her.