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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hello! x

How are you guys doing? (It's okay if you don't answer, I like talking to myself very much) Oh god, I need sleep. It's five in the morning and I did not sleep at all and I've to be in school in about two hours. Great. Awesome. Fantastic. I am so tired :(

And in case you want to know... I am doing very fine and you wanna know why? I AM GOING TO TURKEY IN ABOUT FIVE DAYS! :D 

Okay, okay, okay. Away from my very interesting life and back to this... yeah... story which is just getting better and better with every chapter. (Sarcasm people)

Oh and that guy there on the right looks kinda nice :D

Melxx

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For the past few hours he sat there on a chair next to where his beautiful Chloe was laying on a bed. With his elbows supporting his weight as he leaned down, his hands were holding one of the deathly pale's of his sweet beloved dangerously close to his lips. His thumbs were brushing absentmindedly against her soft but icy cold skin as he drank in her appearance with his lifeless eyes. No more happiness, no more twinkles full of joy his beloved had caused in him were apparent as it felt like his whole being was sucked out of him. His eyes were their plain hazel colour as they slowly began to lose hope and sanity all together. Feelings he began, and that against his will, to become accustomed to.

His eyes briefly wandered over to where to clock hung on the wall, a tightening sensation appearing in his stomach as he took notice of the short amount of time he had with her.

Time flies, he thought to himself, closing his eyes as he exhaled deeply and brought the tiny hand of his sweet beloved closer so he could calm his senses down with her scent. Taking a breath, he felt his muscles relax almost immediately due the intoxicating scent of his beautiful Chloe.

Time did fly though his sweet little Chloe had not made any progress so far over the past two weeks. Not even the smallest bit of progress. Which is why he was sneaking up on her while she was fast and deep asleep. And in a way, even though it pained him badly to see his baby chained up on a bed while she was not conscious, he much more preferred that option over the other one he had to go through that had torn him apart. One day, as he could not stand it any longer to not see those beautiful mesmerizing eyes of his baby, he went into the room she was being chained up in. Which was one of the biggest mistakes he ever did. Upon seeing him, she begun to shake and trash around wildly as scream after scream of agony left her quivering lips as if he was putting her through all the scenarios all over again.

It had shocked him to the core and the amount of pain he felt was not something he could ever describe. He, Zayn went through a lot, really. Living for thousands of years, he lived through and saw the most horrible situations possible. With many battles and wars being almost lost as he fought for his few last breaths, he knew what real pain was. Or at least thought what pain felt like until that very day.

As he only so much as took a step closer to her, he felt it right then. True, real pain. He had to stand there frozen in spot, shell-shocked and watch how his very beloved was trying so hard to get away from him. Her body was shaking in fear as waves of never ending tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. A few droplets of blood began to appear on her one wrist she was chained on as she tried to get as far as possible away from him. She was twisting her body, trying and failing miserably to get the rails off her body that held her bound securely on the bed as she screamed, sobbed and cried. He could only stand there, crying himself as sobs shook his body because he just knew that he had done this to her. That he was the one who destroyed her.