Zayn was your boyfriend of five years. You two loved each other dearly, but one day he got terribly sick. That night was a blur for you. You had no idea what caused his sudden illness but you knew it wasn’t looking too good. Ever since that day, he’s never left that bed, slowly deteriorating.

As you walk to his bedside he turns his head to look at you, he uses the strength left to give you a small smile.

“Hello, my love.”