It was raining softly that night. You started turning off the lights at the grocery store where you worked one by one. It was already 11 PM. But you couldn't stop looking at the door.

Because tonight… he promised to come.

Zayn.

Your boyfriend. A bodyguard. His job was dangerous, but he always came. Always kept his word. Always with a tired smile and eyes full of longing.

You pulled your jacket closer, standing under the eaves of the store, waiting

And finally…

Footsteps. Hurried. You turned around. A tall figure appeared through the darkness of the rain. He was walking quickly toward you.

“Zayn…” your voice choked.

His face was covered in blood. His body was unsteady.

But he was smiling.

“Sorry, I'm late.”

You ran without thinking and hugged him. His body was cold. Wet. But it still feels like Zayn.

“You’re hurt! Oh my God, Zayn, I’m going to call help—”

“No… don’t,” he whispers. “I just want to see you… one more time.”

You hold your breath. Your tears start to fall. He hugs you tighter. His hands tremble as they touch your back.

“I promised I’d come… and I did, right?” his voice is weak.

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes you’ll come… But don’t leave me… Zayn, please hold on. We’re going to the hospital, I can—”

But suddenly… you feel his embrace weaken.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then his left hand falls from your back.

“Z-Zayn…?”

His body goes limp. His breathing stops

You shake him, screaming in his cold embrace. His blood flowed, mixing with the rainwater and your tears.

“Zayn!! Wake up! Please… we still haven’t… we still haven’t seen the movie you promised, we haven’t… Zayn!!”

But he didn’t answer. His smile froze. His eyes closed slowly, as if he were falling asleep… forever.

And you, sobbing in the darkness, still held him tightly.

That night, you lost your true love. But he kept his promise. He came… one last time.