i'm here. zayn/niall; zayn/harry. 697 words. triggers for death, murder, general halloween creepiness. (this is almost certainly not what you had in mine, and i am really, really sorry)
He was there, until he wasn’t.
And he wonders, slowly, his mind thick with shadows, his chest strangely hollow, if this is as good as it gets.
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His heart’s gone silent and his veins are collecting spiderwebs, a glinting silver tucked beneath his skin, before he clears his throat and speaks.
(Zayn, he says, and it’s scratched and jagged, and his eyes close, and the world is dark once more.)
(He waits again for the steady thump of his heart, the rush of life beneath his bones, and thinks that you never really miss things until they’re gone. His smile, when it comes, forced and belated, is a slash in the shadows.)
(this is almost certainly not what you had in mine, and i am really, really sorry)
He was there, until he wasn’t.
And he wonders, slowly, his mind thick with shadows, his chest strangely hollow, if this is as good as it gets.
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His heart’s gone silent and his veins are collecting spiderwebs, a glinting silver tucked beneath his skin, before he clears his throat and speaks.
(Zayn, he says, and it’s scratched and jagged, and his eyes close, and the world is dark once more.)
(He waits again for the steady thump of his heart, the rush of life beneath his bones, and thinks that you never really miss things until they’re gone. His smile, when it comes, forced and belated, is a slash in the shadows.)
+He waits a week ( ... )
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ugh this was so GOOD
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(this was supposed to be happy, i feel like i need to state that somewhere, it just...didn't turn out that way)
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