-Elizabeth-
I sat on Zayn's couch, wrapped in a cocoon of fear and confusion, the remnants of Natan's threat echoing in my mind like an unwanted tune. The apartment felt too big yet too small, a paradox that weighed heavily on my chest. My heart raced, and every creak of the floorboards sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't shake the feeling that danger lurked just beyond the thin walls, waiting for a moment of weakness to pounce.
"Lizzie," I whispered to myself in a futile attempt to break the spell of anxiety. But no amount of reassurance could chase away the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole.
Zayn had been at home more often, an unusual change in his routine that I couldn't fully comprehend. He had always been a busy creature, quick to fill his downtime with calls, work,
