Sin (BoyxBoy) (Ziam)

Trust

This is overdue, lol, but here it is. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 44:

        I was outside with my aunt, helping her plant a few of the new flowers she purchased for when the weather grows increasingly cold. She asked me to pass her a pot that contained a plant with little purple flowers on it.

      "What kind is that?" I wondered as she took the flower pot from me. She set it in its place before moving to dig a new hole in the ground. It was the same routine again and again, row after row, and I admired the consistency of it.

     I remembered when I was a child. I would often accompany my aunt to her garden whenever she went out to tend to it, and I found myself relaxed by the repetitive motions. They were so familiar. My aunt's aunt were slightly rough from digging around in the dirt all day, but they were still the hands of a painter. Every single action was done in order to create the work of art she was envisioning in her mind. In a way, planting wasn't far off from painting for her. She was still creating something meaningful and beautiful. It was always the thing I admired most about my aunt-- how she could be so openly expressive and decisive.

      "Cyclamen," My aunt responded in a gentle tone. "It's the flower of deep love. Many people would assume that position is claimed by the rose, but the rose isn't anywhere near as hardy. It's fragile and withers away within a few days. Maybe it represents love, but it's a weak love that will wither away in time. It's all passion and fire until that all dims out. Cyclamen, however, can withstand even the most difficult of conditions. Through tough storms and harsh temperatures, it's still standing."

     My aunt smiled up at me, and I avoided her gaze. I knew what she was trying to tell me. I understood it completely, but I didn't want to acknowledge it quite yet. I still didn't even know exactly where Liam's head was at after our encounter last night. All I could hope was that he wasn't regretting the kiss we shared or that he wasn't resenting himself for anything.

     "Zayn, you know you have to actually talk to him. You have to find a way to make things right between the two of you," She informed, and I nodded numbly in response. She sighed before turning back around to her garden, taking the cyclamen out of the pot and planting it into the fertile soil.

      "What if nothing ever gets fixed?" I suddenly asked, knowing that I could trust my aunt to talk about anything I felt. Still, that knowledge didn't make the talking bit any less terrifying. If that were the case, I would have so much more to confess to her-- my deepest, darkest secrets.

      "What do you mean by that? Nothing stays broken forever, Zayn."

     "Like a mirror," I responded, and my aunt raised an eyebrow at me in question. "What if... what if Liam was like a mirror... and I shattered him? What if... even if I am able to put the pieces together... even if the small shards cut my fingers and make me bleed-- if I power through that pain, and I manage to put the mirror back together... what if there are still cracks that can never fully heal?"

      My aunt paused for a moment, and I didn't dare look over at her. I kept my eyes trained carefully on the flower pots that were at my feet, watching the way the flowers would slightly sway in the wind.

     I heard my aunt set down her gardening tools, and I heard her footsteps get closer. She set a hand on my shoulder and lifted up my chin with her free hand. She offered me a kind smile and nodded over to the small bench near the flower bed. "Come sit."

    I followed her over to the bench, and she took my hand in hers as I sat down beside her. "Close your eyes for a moment," She spoke gently, and I nodded before following her instructions.