-Zayn-
The night air was thick, too still for my liking, as if the world itself held its breath, watching me grapple with the remnants of a dream that clung stubbornly to my consciousness. I jolted awake, heart racing, my sheets damp with the cold sweat of my torment. The room was shrouded in shadow, save for the faint glow of the streetlight filtering through the curtains, casting shapes that danced like phantoms on the walls. It was past two in the morning, and the silence felt oppressive, wrapping around me like a suffocating embrace.
I shoved my fingers through my hair, still reeling from the vivid imagery that had plagued me. Elizabeth. Fatso. The darkness that seemed to swirl around us like a black hole, threatening to consume everything in its path. I squeezed my eyes shut, desper
