Hey everyone! This is just something I was writing quite a few years ago. Some aspects of it was somewhat realistic to my life but most of it wasn't actually stuff that happened in my life (I started writing this years ago so it's also kinda cringe...
A/n: hey just wanna let y'all know I did change Nolan's character name. Nolan's name is now Noah. Nolan just didn't fit how I thought of the character but anyway, enjoy this chapter! On to the story.
Previously:
"Zanna?" The person walks in and I see through my blurry eyes.....
Present:
"N-Noah?" I manage to ask. I wipe my eyes and see that it is indeed Noah. He closes the door, "Hey, hey, I'm here. I'm here," he says to me, rushing over to me, standing me up as he looks at my body. "Zan.." he says looking at all the fresh cuts. I shed a few more tears. "I-I'm.. I can't-" I was trying to say that I can't breathe but I choked on my sobs and I started crying harder. You're such a fucking crybaby. Noah pulls me into a hug. I hug him back, my arms wrapped around his neck as I cry into his chest. "Breathe. In. And out. In. and out. Breathe baby. Breathe," He says to me, rubbing my back. I breathe with him and soon calm down. I pull away from the hug. "I-I'm sorry. I'm such a fucking mess," I tell him. "No, look at me," he says sternly, holding my face in his big hands making me look at him. I look into his eyes and he looks into mine. "Don't ever be sorry for yourself. Even if it's something negative. It's what makes you you. You can come to me for anything. Whether we're in an argument, far away from each other, if I'm with my friends or your brother, if I'm busy, fuck, even if I'm in a different state! Night, day, 2 in the fucking morning, evening. I don't care. Whenever! I will always be here for you. You can trust me. Whenever you feel down, you talk to me. I am never going to let you feel alone. Do you understand me?" He tells me; his light brown eyes glistening with worry and hope. The sun peeking through the pastel green curtains hanging over my window creates a little ray of light shining across his beautiful dark oak brown hair. Does he actually care about me? A tear falls from his eye, "P-promise?" He asks me, another tear slipping from his eye. "Promise," I reply. We both let a few warm tears fall and he pulls me into a tight hug which I accept. "I'm never letting you leave me," I hear him mumble into my ear.
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We stay there for a while. I didn't want to let go. I felt weak. I had been crying too much that I started to feel tired. I yawned. "Are you tired?" He asked me. "A little.." "Let's get you into bed, you could use some rest," He tells me. I nod my head. "Let me change first," I say as he nods his head. He turns around, nonverbally letting me know he's not gonna leave. My lip curves upward a little at the kind gesture. He's sweet. I put on shorts and a t-shirt. "Okay," I say. He turns back around and takes my hand, setting me down on the bed and lifting a blanket over me. "Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up," he reassures. I start thinking again. You deserve to be alone, that way you can hurt your body more- no.. I don't want to live like this. I don't want to be harmful to myself. He starts to walk away, "Wait!" I speak up. He turns around with concern and curiosity plastered on his face. "Um. Can you stay with me?" I ask him. His face shows happiness but he keeps his composure. "Of course," he replies. He gets in bed with me and we just cuddle. It took a bit to get comfortable. I flinched a bit as Noah wrapped his arms around my waist, making me feel protected and loved.
To be continued...
A/n: Hey, thanks for reading this! Who do you think Zanna should be with? I'm taking suggestions if y'all have any. Sorry for the short chapter, it's just a little sweet moment to show for character development. Enjoy the next chapter!!
