If only he had done more

thats all he could think about from the moment you we're taken to a mental hospital due to your issues with S-icidal thoughts

He had always known you we're struggling, he just...didn't want to believe it was this bad. Zayne regrets every moment he wasn't able to listen to you, every moment he wasn't able to give you the hug you needed, the comfort, the reassurance

all this time you we're going through an unimaginable amount of pain and hid it all behind a broken smile and a tear filled gaze

he stood outside the building, gripping his steering wheel in an attempt to ease his racing thoughts

even if you had been deemed safe enough to go back home, he knew you wouldn't be ok right away, but that was fine, just as long as he could be there for you until you started feeling ok again

he went inside, looking around at the sombre patients and busy nurses, before he saw you looking at him with a tired gaze

"hey.." He says softly, cupping your cheek

"you..." he tried to speak, but there were no words he could say to articulate how he felt or empathize with how you did