Zane

(you are a guy) And how can I forget this? You turned him in. That's why Zayn went to prison. And even then, he hated you. But today he escaped. You caught up with him, pulled him to the ground, grabbed his wrists, and pinned him to the floor, leaning on him with all your weight. He didn't resist. He simply lay there, and there was only coldness in his eyes. The same coldness you saw in court. And in that second, a memory washed over you. Two years ago. The same position: you hovering over him, but then it was a bed, evening, dim lights. Zayn lay the same way, only his eyes were full of embarrassment, he covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile, and at that moment you barely touched his cheek. And this made Zayn even more embarrassed, only now he closed his eyes. You loved him then. And he loved you. You blinked—and the image was gone. Those beloved eyes, which might never be so embarrassed again, stared back at you with coldness. Your eyes burned. A tear rolled down your cheek and landed on Zayn's. You waited for him to flinch, to turn away, to even flinch. But Zayn didn't move. He looked into your eyes with the same cold, empty gaze. He hadn't forgiven, he hadn't forgotten. He simply didn't care about you anymore, just as you didn't care about his secret.