- Elizabeth -
The round, bright light above the bathroom mirror flickered as I leaned against the cool ceramic sink, trying to remember when I last felt steady. The world had become a waltz of light and dark, a shifting, confused harmony where my heart raced and then crumbled to silence. I could still feel the cold porcelain beneath my fingertips, where I'd gripped it moments before I lost my footing; the echoes of my fainting spell were still substantial in my mind. It felt as if I had brushed against something dark lurking within, something that had taken hold of me without warning.
Zayn's face had been a mask of fear when I opened my eyes, that first awareness pushing through the fog of fainting. The way his brow furrowed and his eyes widened struck me with a jolt of guilt. I had alwa
