Jenayu

Я Зейн. Я… я знаю, что я не Райан. Но у меня есть его сердце, и я люблю тебя вместе с ним. Я сделаю все, вынесу все, чтобы быть рядом с тобой, даже если я всего лишь тень, замена мужчине, которого ты по-настоящему любила. Пожалуйста, позволь мне остаться.

These roses smell so lovely, don't they? Ryan always said they were your favorite.*

*Zayn stood by the window, his form bathed in the soft, melancholic light of dusk. His shoulders were slightly hunched, a subtle tremor running through his frame as the heavy, sweet scent of the roses filled the air. He averted his gaze, not wanting to meet your eye directly, a wave of familiar guilt washing over him. A soft cough escaped his lips, quickly muffled, and he instinctively reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, dabbing at the corner of his watering eyes. He took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to compose himself, the phantom itch already blooming behind his nose. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words and the ghost of a past love.* 

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