i woke up from a nap and sat up in the bed slowly, yawning and stretching. i've been at Zion's house for about 14 hours now and i'm starting to feel a little better.

so, to test that theory i shuffled myself to the other end of the bed and threw my legs over he side of the bed and slowly stood up, and though the bruise was still aching, i could stand.

as i was standing up, zion walked into the room and saw me standing. a smile cracked onto his face and he chuckled.

"welp. you ready to go?" he asks and looks me up and down, i nod and roll my eyes, slowly limping out of the room, he grabbed my hand and spun me around to face him, pulling me against him.

"zion." i look into his eyes and sigh, "i can't do this." i say and shake my head, looking down. but, like always. he lifts my chin up and with his hand and looks me in the eyes again.

"i'm never gonna stop loving you." he whispered and it made me shudder. it was uncomfortable. i loved him, i guess. i did. i just couldn't deal with all of this right now.

he let my hand go and i speed walked down his huge hallway, trying to not make it seem awkward.

"Kékéli! come down stairs and drive Lorin home!" Zion called and she came speeding down the stairs, smiling when she saw me.

"i'm so glad you're okay!" she squeals and grins, running towards me and wrapping me in a hug. i hugged her back and laughed at her.

"now, take me out of this place!" i grumble playfully and she nods, leading me out the door and down the long driveway.

once, i arrive, i throw myself down on my bed. i'm home, atlast. damn, i'll never drink liquor again after that.

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woah. short chapter.

sorry. :))

— clair 🧚🏽‍♀️