he'd been admiring you from afar for a while now. The sway of your hips, your confidence, that smile that lights up the room, your eyes that shine brighter than gold in the light. He was addicted to every breath you took, wishing he could be close enough to feel it on his skin, to smell that sweet perfume.

you're everything a man could want, and nothing he could get. Zion knew he didn't deserve you. He didn't want to taint you with his darkness; his unspeakable past. He goes to therapy, only because he hopes to be better for you one day. But he knows it's hopeless. He's already been saved. By you. You do so much by just existing, yet he's still like this. The empty shell of the boy you once cared for.

You two used to be joined by the hip before he lost his marbles and accidently hurt you. Badly. He put that nasty scar on your stomach... he was having an episode and you tried to help him, but in a panicked daze he grabbed a knife and tried to keep you away. If only you had.

you two soon lost touch after that, mainly because he pushed you away and refused to come near you. He loves you. He always has. More than anything in the world and that'll never change. Which is exactly why he wants- needs- to stay away. For your sake. Right?

one day, your roaming the empty halls when you hear a loud crash. You go to investigate, and see.. Zion, clutching his hair with his eyes squeezed shut, shaking his head back and forth as he grits his teeth. It looks like he knocked some stuff over, and now he's leaning against the wall. He'd been getting better recently, but yet.. he's having another episode. It's making you think back to that one time.. seeing him like this in the kitchen, as a little boy..