Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. ____________ beep.
Beep. _________ beep. ______beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I look down and her eyes flutter open. Its quick and its almost unnoticeable.
But theres one thing that gives me hope. One thing. Its faint but I have to believe its real. I have to or Id die. Id die of nothingness. Of not having her. Because without hope you will never have anything. And for that split second it doesnt matter Zayn is there. Because her silky rough voice echos through my mind.
"Angel."
*End of book*
-Proceed to Epilogue at your own risk
