Chapter 173

Because of You

I don't know how much time passes, but I know it's hours. The sun shifts through the window and I twist to lie on my back.

There's a lump in my throat, everything inside of me struggling to come out.

I sigh, and Zaid looks down at me, his fingers trailing down my arms. "Do you want to talk

about it?"

I swallow. "I'm not pregnant."

He frowns at that, breathing slowly to prepare himself. "Did you want to be?"

I shake my head. "No, I don't think so."

His fingers draw circles on my skin. "It makes you sad?"

I sigh. "She told me I could've been pregnant at one point. Something about my

hormones or something."

He pulls slightly away, looking down at me, eyes searching mine. "Love."

I don't want his pity, I just wanted someone to know, someone to be in the darkness with me. "I don't know how to feel about it." me.

He closes in on me, his hands finding their way under my shirt and around my waist. My stomach twists and I push at his chest. "Zaid, not know, I don't want to-"

"Fuck, Alina. I'm not trying to have sex with you."

I look up at him, new tears streaming down my cheeks. He looks pained, hurt, surprised

that I would assume that.

"I just want to hold you."

My skin breaks out into goosebumps, and I press into him. "I'm sorry, I just-"

nothing to apologize for. I can't even imagine. I'm the one that's

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I feel stupid that it bothers

"Why?"

wasn't really pregnant. I didn't want to be. And now I feel

hold on me

made everything more complicated. It kind of scared me." The confession slides out of me

to be scared about. I'll be here, always,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my

I blink at that.

next words. "I know it was impossible for the baby to

sob tears

feel like

I struggle to breathe.

loved

check. "Well, she would have been either your sister

that makes

trying to make that part of

understand how serious his next words are. "I don't give a fuck

"Zaid-"

"Because I love you."

second, I think I imagined it. But I

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into the air around

body locks up. My breath

No. No, no, no.

can't do this.

my head, the walls closing in.

brows furrow, but I don't let him speak. I press my palm to my chest like I can physically hold myself together, because inside,

ripped from me. I loved them, and they were stolen from me.

to say. Then, in a voice raw with emotion, he murmurs, "I don't need you to say it back. I don't need

It's rage.

something sharp and painful twisting in my gut. "You

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