"I want you to just say it." "Say what?" "I want you to say that it's over. Because every time I look at you, I forget that I'm not supposed to feel this way."

"Why do you keep popping up everywhere I go?" I snap at him, "are you following me or something?" "You know what sucks" he turns to me, ignoring my question. "Today's society?" I say in all seriousness but he laughs. "Yes, but also, it sucks that you can only ever see yourself twice. Seeing your reflection in the mirror and in pictures... You don't get to see how your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, especially when you talk about your books. You don't get to see how beautiful you look like when you really smile. I find it odd that, you've never actually seen yourself, or anyone has seen themselves for that matter, but that's why you have me right?" he places a cigarette between his teeth and smiles. "And why exactly do I 'have' you?" "To promise you that I will be here every day to show you."

She found him in the middle of a forest. He exposed her to a world she never imagined. Their lives will never be the same again.

❝choose your last words, this is the last time 'cos you and i, we were born to die.❞

The tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]

His eyes were deep and dark and captivating. His silence said much more than any words he could've spoken. Why was Kaya so drawn to Zayn? Why did she feel like she needed to know more about him and his life? It was a nagging feeling that she had. "Speak to him," it told her. "Get to know him more. Unravel him." So she did. But little did Kaya know, that the twisted life of Zayn Malik was something she would soon regret being entangled in. - ** The ongoing sequel to Entangled is now on my page - hope you enjoy! **

it was three in the morning when he came in her room through the window pleading to talk and the thought stroke her. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' he couldn't sleep because heartbroken people hardly caught a nuff of sleep so she let him in and by five in the morning he was fast asleep on the right side of her bed, the side he liked. but she wasn't. the thought stroke her again. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' she knew he was heartbroken and so was she but she could comprehend that it might be the thief of his sleep but it wasn't certainly the reason keeping her up at such ungodly hour. and when the list of two reasons was striked down to one, she realised she's screwed. ✧ (when we collide) ✧ (© zalaxy-) ✧ (all rights reserved) - (starting chapters need major editing so bare w me:))