It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other.
Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them.
[warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns]
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(try listening to the instrumental i attached in the media section; its what i listen to while writing this story)
【 15.
Fifteen
Qasm 】
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[ Qasm • oath ]
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ZACHARY TOSSES IN the bed, a growl of frustration leaving his mouth and fanning across the pillows underneath him. His eyes fly open, but the same darkness that appears behind closed eyelids is what greets him now too. It’s always the dark that he finds himself identifying more with these nights.
“Zach,” he hears Lia’s voice call out softly, and he shuts his eyes instantly, hoping that it’ll stop him from hearing it. Hearing her.
“Zach,” her voice repeats in his head. But it doesn’t feel like it’s just inside the walls of his mind. It’s here, all around him—everywhere, everywhere. She’s everywhere.
“Zach, turn on the night lamp. It’s pitch dark in here, I don’t like it.”
“Come on, Lia, I can’t sleep with any light on.”
It has always been that way for Zachary; he can’t ever fall asleep easily with any light on inside the bedroom. Back home, he would just turn on the light in the balcony and part the curtains a tiny bit so that there’s a faint glow spilling into the room. But a night lamp he can’t handle—not when its light is in direct contact with the walls and so illuminates the space too much for his tastes. With the glow from the balcony, there’s a barrier, there’s obscurity.
But Dahlia was always a little put-off by the dark. Night lamps were a must-have for her.
“How can you be so unbothered by it? Seriously?” It was a conversation that took place almost every other night just as they went to bed.
“Love,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist under the blankets and pulling her closer against his body, “There’s enough light from the gap in the curtains.”
“That’s, like, such a tiny slit!” Dahlia exclaimed, making Zachary chuckle again. “Aren’t you scared of it being this dark?”
“Why would I?” he nuzzled his nose into her neck. “I’ve got my noor right here.”
He remembers Dahlia sighing, “You know I have no idea what you just called me.”
“Light,” he murmured, kissing the back of her head, “I called you my light, Lia.”
