Oblivion // z.m
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Last published Sun, Oct 12, 2014
❝Do you know how much trouble Im going to be in if my parents find out Im sneaking around with you at 2 in the morning! They already don't like you, thinking you're a drug addict and a bad influence.❞ I heard him chuckle, one wrist draped loosely over the steering wheel, the other on my thigh. "We're only going for a little drive, Only an hour, nothing to worry about." The roads were semi empty, buildings and street lights passing by with the night sky dark with speckled lights. I could feel Zayn's eyes on me while I stared out the window in awe. "You're so beautiful, you know that right? I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe, keep you mine." He promised and I looked over at his carmel eyes. A sound made me jump and headlights blinded us, horns blaring, then everything went black. •••• What would you do if the person you loved with all your self being was ripped away by one car accident, causing the person to go into a coma and lose all their memory of you to Amnesia? Can Zayn help Kate remember him? Or will she move on to someone totally new?
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