His fingers gently threading your soft hair while he stare at you longingly. His eyes reflecting yearning for your presence,again.

It's been a week ever since he looked at you concious. You haven't been able to truly presence after the incident that happen in the mall where you're out with him for wedding preparation but fate decide to toy with you, dropping a bombshells upon both of you.

In the last week, doctor had hold his shoulder and ask him to be strong, to bear for the fact you maybe couldn't walk anymore after being shot on your spine, maybe you can't even talk, or even think normally after taking big impact on the back of your head. But those aren't the worse. Not when you have the possibility to not remember him.

He was in fear, Afraid, gritting his teeth each time he stare at your barely alive body. He can't help but blame himself. What if he didn't take you out? What if he stop you from going after your target?

And now, you're laying on the cold cot. Eyes barely open, but you're staring at him. With glossy eyes, staring at him

"Camelia....sweetheart ..." He coos. He can't even shed any tears anymore. It has been so many months of tears. He probably couldn't produce anymore.

His family, or to be specific, his father been asking him to just leave you- marry someone else and focus on the company again. But his father didn't understand him, he didn't understand that Zayn want you. Need you, love you with all he have. Not other woman. Not any replacement.

"Sayang...." He whisper again bringing your wired fingers to his own, kissing your knuckle and whisper you sweet nothing.