Brown_Mouse
I can feel bile rising within. I can hear my heart thumping in my eardrums, and I can sense it breaking into a million scattered pieces. I hate him in this moment.. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. But then, why can't I look away? Why can't I say a word? You've got me in cuffs, and you don't even know it.
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Zayn battles with himself, battles with Harry, battles with himself about Harry, until it all comes crumbling down, and the truth is relieved.