Bloom paced the length of her bed gathering all the possible excuses to tell her dad about the drawings.
Her dad knew she only drew things she had seen, she wasn't the type to draw things she pictured in her brain, she had to see it before sketching the shape.

She bit on her lower lip nervously, the sound of the door opening made her heartbeat stop. She looked at the doorway and saw Damian smiling at her with her drawing pad in his hand.

"What did he say?"
She asked fiddling with her fingers as if it could stop the hammering in her chest.

"I told him it was an anime character you saw on TV," Damian told her

"Did he believe you?" She asked, biting down on her lip to shake away the fear consuming her slowly.

"I can be pretty convincing when I want dollface. Yes!" Damian smiled.
She released a loud breath in relief and allowed her shoulders to relax.

"You should be careful, you know your dad will become more protective of you if he finds out you've been sneaking out."

"Yeah."
She mumbled taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

"The look on my dad's face when he saw that drawing, he looked horrified, like he knew him." She said to Damian.

"He was just surprise to see it, you've never drawn anything like that especially in ten pages." He said with a brief laugh.

Bloom wasn't sure that was the case but she brushed it off, the good thing was that he believed Damian's lie.

"How are you?" he asked sitting next to her. "Don't lie to me," he added with a serious tone.

"I know you're hurting, Bloom, what did that asshole do to you?"

"Nothing," she said and looked away.

He sighed softly and decided not to pressure her to open up to him.

"I will see you later."
He told her and left.

She grabbed her drawing pad and went through all the drawings she had of Zayn. She stopped at the one he was resting his back on the headboard with one leg propped up. She chuckled as she remembered how she begged him to stay still, sad tears filled her eyes at the memory.

She closed the book and laid on the bed, she missed him. She faced the window staring at it hoping he'd sneak in any moment to see her but it never happened. It was just the small wind outside mocking her for waiting for the impossible.

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Taylor was discharged after a week, he was better now and the guys were glad to have him back. They were hanging out at the Anti-sam cafeteria, few people came to sign on the plaster cast on his left arm.

"That's enough!"
Nicole snapped at the two girls that approached them with blue markers in their hands.

Taylor smiled smugly at her but she gave him an eye roll.

"Everyone has been acting weird since I regained consciousness, did you miss me that bad?"
Taylor asked with a cocky smile.

"No, we miss our old hide-out."
Tyra said taking a glance at Zayn who was sipping his drink and not paying any attention to them.

"I like this one, it's not so bad."
Taylor said coolly.

"The food is awful."
Liz made a disgusted face.

"How is it going with Bloom? What did I miss?"
Taylor leaned closer to the table and rest one hand on the surface, waiting for someone to start talking.

Everyone turned to look at Zayn, no one had said a word about her for four weeks now.

"Why are you all quiet?"
Taylor stared at each of them.

"Is she okay?" Taylor asked with concern lacing his tone.

"Zayn believes she is behind the attack."
Liz said not caring if it made him upset.

"What?"
Taylor gave him an incredulous look. "Dude, you know her more than any of us here, she is not that kind of person," Taylor said.

"How do you know? I also believe she is responsible, what other proof do you need? She's the asshole's daughter and we got attacked after he brought her," Tyra said.

"Shut up."
Taylor said dryly to her and turned his attention to Zayn.

"You know she didn't do it, she is too innocent to even think of that."
Tyra scoffed at Taylor's words.

Zayn finished his drink and stood up. "I need to get some snacks for my sister." He told them and walked away.

"Can I come with you? I will be of good help!"
Liz screamed after him but he didn't answer.

"I hate him when he is gloomy."
Liz frowned.

"I was having fun when we stopped talking about that bitch"
Tyra scorned.

"Let's make a bet."
Nicole announced.

"I bet a week for them to get back together." Nicole smiled.

"Five days."
Liz said.

"Three days."
Taylor said with a smirk.

"A century."
Tyra said and they all stood up and left her.

"Thanks for the leftovers!"
Tyra said picking Nicole's remaining drink.

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It was still hard for Bloom to move on, it was hard to return to how her life was before she met him.
Pretending to everyone that she was okay and forcing a smile every day made her more miserable.

Maybe it was time to face him and have a real talk even if he wasn't ready to listen, she wanted to meet with him and tell him everything on her mind, she didn't deserve any of these, she was innocent.

Wednesday evening, she ran into her closet looking for something to wear, she put on blue denim jeans and a yellow hoodie.
She grabbed her small bag and phone.

Damian didn't question her when she opened the door.

"I will be back before ten, I need to get something off my chest."
She didn't wait for his reply, she headed to the secret exit.

The walk to the neighborhood was short because of her fast stride. Her palms became sweaty as she climbed up the stairs in the apartment building.

She exhaled before knocking on the door, she stood where she won't be seen from the peephole installed in the door.

She gathered all the nerves in her body as she heard the lock, the door opened and she was disappointed to see Rosa.

"Bloom?"
Rosa sounded scared and surprised.

"Is he home?"

"Uhm...no."
Bloom knew she was lying.

"I'm so sorry, Rosa."
Bloom apologized before forcing her way in.

"Please, be careful."
Rosa said behind her.

"Hey, Mika."
Bloom waved at her with a smile and went down the hallway.

She stared at the warning sign on his door before grasping the door handle, she pushed the door open without knocking.

He was sitting at his work table, fixing a wristwatch. He was backing her and didn't look back when the door opened.
He only had his jeans on which hung low around his waist showing off the waistband of his boxer brief. She took a step in and shut the door behind her, the light from the headlamp gave his tanned skin a glow.

"We need to talk."
She said standing five feet away from him.

He didn't look back or say a word, he acted like no one was in the room with him.

"West?"
She called but he ignored her. She decided to talk anyway.

"I would never do anything to hurt you, I know my dad did awful things and you want justice. I love my dad but I'm on your side."
She waited for him to say something or at least look at her but he didn't.

"I didn't tell anyone, I didn't know about the attack, you have to believe me."
She paused and waited for him to say something but he was quiet. She continued when she saw him drop the watch and the tool. It meant she had his attention.

"Do you really believe I am responsible for the attack?" She asked.
Zayn stood up and faced her, the look on his face was impassive.

"You know I didn't do it, you know I was never pretending, I was never using you, West!"
She raised her voice.

He sat halfway on his work table, his naked torso displayed his tattoos from the waist up to his arms and chest.

"I know you didn't do it."
He said calmly. She stared at him not sure of what to say next, she was confused.

"Then...then why are you doing this? Why won't you talk to me or come and see me? Why do I keep seeing bitterness in your eyes when you look at me?"

"Because I don't trust you anymore, I don't know who you really are, I don't think I know you enough." He admitted.

He grabbed the shirt close to him and slipped it on. He backed her as he cleaned the mess on his work table.

"Of course, you do."
She said softly, she stepped closer and took his right hand intertwining their fingers. How she missed being this close to him and his touch.

"You've known me for five months, you know me more than myself."

"No, I have known you since I was little, but do you know me that much, Bloom?"

He said pulling his hand away even though he was dying to hold her and pull her into his arms. But it was time to let go, he was stupid to think a relationship with her would fix everything.

"I think so."
Bloom mumbled not sounding sure.

"No, you don't!"
He said and approached her.

"I stayed with you hoping you'd remember something, anything. It's seven years memories that hard for you to remember?"
Bloom could sense the pain in his voice. She didn't understand what the real problem was.

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't remember the boy you waved at seven years ago? Or the boy you wrote letters to for two years? You don't remember sending me that picture you think I stole from your room? I don't think so."
He snickered at the end.

"I think you're getting all this wrong, I can't remember doing any of that. I met you at the party, remember?"

He cursed under his breath, turning away from her.

"It's still me, West, I might not remember any of that but I'm still that girl."
She hated how desperate she sounded. It wasn't her fault if she doesn't remember ever meeting him when she was little. Half of her childhood was spent locked up in the Valley House and besides not everyone remembers something from their childhood.

"No."
Zayn shook his head

"So what? Because I don't remember something from seven years or five years ago, you despise me all of a sudden!"
She yelled.

"You don't like me anymore because I'm not the same little girl you fell in love with? So it's over because of that? Well, guess what West--people grow and change."
She blinked her tears away as she spoke. He kept his face away from her, not turning around to look at her.

Zayn gripped the edge of the table tightly with his head down. Why was it so hard to let her go?

"You ruined me too, Bloom, so stop fucking playing the victim!" he yelled, turning around to look at her.

"Those memories mean a lot to me, I cherish them more than anything. I waited for you, Bloom." He said calmly.

"I wanted to share those memories with you, do you know how it feels to be next to you and you don't even remember anything about me? The night I met you at the party and how you reacted?" He asked.

A tear rolled down her cheek then the other but no sound left her mouth.

"You loved the name Sunflower, so I called you sunflower and I became obsessed with it, you were the one that gave me that necklace, as a birthday gift." He told her.

"I want my Sunflower back."
He whispered softly not intending for her to hear him.

"West..." She tried to say something.

"That's not my name"
He cut her off, she looked surprised.

"I never corrected you cause I thought one day you'd remember, I warned my friends not to tell you."

Her jaw tightened from anger but she knew she didn't have the right to be angry.

He walked to his other table and pulled out a box. He brought out some stacked envelope from the box.

"Here, if you don't believe me, take a look."
He threw it on the floor and crossed his arms.

Bloom leaned down and picked them up. She opened the first envelope and brought out the letter inside, her eyes flashed wide-open when she saw the familiar handwriting from her childhood, he wasn't lying.

"I...I wrote this?"
She stuttered.

She read each letter, the one she told him she loved his hair and the name Sunflower.
The letter she wrote to him on his birthday, the one she told him about her mom.

"That's enough."
He collected everything back from her, she was trying to remember ever meeting him but got nothing, her memory of them was blank.

"I wanted to read this to you when we meet again but everything I pictured never came true."
He threw it into the trash can next to his desk.

"I'm not sure how I feel about you anymore, Bloom. I fell in love with the little you not this you, I stayed because I thought she was still there but I was mistaken."

Her heart sank, she opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it.

"I don't think you would want to be with a guy that wants nothing more but to see your dad dead, let's move on and pretend we never met."
He said not giving any emotion away but she was in tears.

"I want to apologize in advance for the death of your father, I'm sorry but he was an asshole and deserved what he got."
He turned and walked back to his work table, he sat down and returned to what he was doing.

"You're free to give my sister your final goodbye but don't make it too emotional."
He said not looking back at her.

"This is it?"
Bloom sniffled.

"So, it's over?" She mumbled, waiting for him to say something.

"Fine, I hope you are fucking happy."
She said and left the room slamming the door really hard. She leaned on the door and broke down, she tried her best to suppress the sounds leaving her mouth.

Zayn dropped his tool immediately he heard the door being slammed. He buried his head in his palms, he cursed in a low tone, and ran his fingers through his hair. He heard her crying outside his room, he stood up and walked to the door. He sat on the floor and rest his head on the door and listened to her cry.

It seemed like it was just yesterday they were whispering and cuddling in the dark, making out and laughing. How he smiled every time he saw her text and the contagious smile she wore every day. It ended so fast like it was never real.

Bloom wiped her tears away and walked away. She forced a smile and walked to Mika.

"Hey, how have you been?"
Bloom asked and Mika did her sign language.

"She says she missed you," Rosa said as she saw Bloom struggling to comprehend the swift movement of Mika's small arm.

"Awww, I missed you too."
Bloom hugged her and thought of what to say.

"Take care of yourself, I'm always with you, know that."
She hugged her again.

"Bye, Mika."
She whispered and turned to leave.

"Did he hurt you?" Rosa asked.

"Emotionally? Yes." Bloom said forcing a smile that only brought tears to her eyes.

Rosa hugged her and whispered,

"He was never like this, he was a good kid. He changed after he lost his parents. Don't let his words get to you."
Bloom nodded with a smile.

"Bye."

"Stay safe, honey," Rosa said.

She held back her tears as she walked home. It was over between them, she had to accept that.
She was never expecting anything good to happen tonight, she saw it coming.

It was still hard for her to recall ever meeting him seven years ago or even writing to him.

Damian smiled at her as she came out of the exit, she smiled back but it looked too fake to be real.
She entered her room ready to dive under the covers and cry to her heart desire.

She found a pink box wrapped with a purple ribbon on her bed, she looked around before walking to the bed.

She opened it and found stacks of brown envelopes and a silver charm bracelet. The envelopes were tied with a black rope.

She sat on her bed and brought them out, she untied the rope and picked the first envelope. She opened it and brought out the letter inside.

Zayn's neat handwriting greeted her, she read the date. It was written seven years ago but his handwriting was still the same only that it was more beautiful now.

"Who dropped this here?"
She whispered.