- Zayn -
The early morning light streamed through the plane's small window, casting warm shadows across Lizzie's face. Her breaths came steady, almost rhythmic, as she nestled closer against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I had always loved this quiet intimacy between us, the way we could find solace in each other even in the midst of chaos. But today, it felt heavier, weighed down by the burden of everything that had happened back in Boston.
I should have been looking out the window, marveling at the cloud formations or daydreaming about the future, but my mind couldn't escape the events that had transpired in that mansion. My heart thudded in my chest, a relentless reminder of the tumultuous emotions that still swirled within me. I thought about Lizzie, about the strength that ra
