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.

deep breath to feel the

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

internet sensation. She’s now

his gaze on Liam’s phone screen

as she held up

a

features. With a face like that, she could put other women to

had always been a

the pictures and looked so angelic in her white

looked enchanting, like an ethereal

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

back to life in his

was alive. For a moment, everything

happiness lasted only a second before he was filled with

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world had heard of Zayn losing himself in grief

of a

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

if she simply enjoyed watching his mind unravel

humorless chuckle as he contemplated