All too late for his love

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“Boss, Ms. Sanford is still alive!”

Only then did Zayn pause whatever work he was in the middle of, the pen he gripped in his left hand hovering above the paperwork.

A self–deprecating scoff escaped him next as Liam’s words sank in.

There they were again, the delusions that had been mocking him since Willow’s death.

He’d just imagined Liam, who had never been a wisecrack and took his job seriously, telling him Willow was still alive.

How could Willow possibly be alive when Zayn himself had applied makeup on her reconstructed face and combed through her wig before she was cremated?

He had even personally carried the urn containing her ashes, which was all that was left of her. Willow was not coming back.

“What did you just say, Liam?”

Zayn’s icy voice was quiet, but it seemed to draw the air out of the room and leave Liam breathless.

take a deep breath to feel

courage again, he pointed at his phone on Zayn’s desk

internet sensation. She’s now The

his gaze on Liam’s

as she

breathtaking in a vintage–looking

naturally beautiful features. With a face like that,

truth, Willow’s presence had always been

so angelic in her white dress that it was hard to imagine

enchanting, like an ethereal

the phone screen with the flat side of his thumb as though caressing Willow’s face–the

back to

alive. For a moment, everything felt right

happiness lasted only a second

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everyone in the world had heard of Zayn losing himself in grief over

of a

a month since Willow’s supposed death. And yet, she couldn’t even bother

simply enjoyed watching his mind

a humorless chuckle as he contemplated Willow’s newfound title, “The