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.

a deep breath to feel the air pressure

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

sensation. She’s now The Nation’s First

his gaze on Liam’s phone screen when

indeed pictured smiling as she held up a bottle of colorless perfume.

a

features. With a

presence had always been

born temptress. She smiled so brightly in the pictures and looked so angelic in her white

enchanting, like an ethereal

of his thumb as though caressing Willow’s face–the face that occupied his

strum back to

a moment, everything felt

second before he was

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still alive, and yet everyone in the world had heard of Zayn losing himself in

of a mystery

like a robot, a functioning corpse, for a month since Willow’s supposed death. And yet, she couldn’t even bother telling him she

she simply enjoyed

a humorless chuckle as he contemplated Willow’s newfound