One night, you returned to her apartment after a long day. She sat on the couch, leaning back. The room was dark, and she didn't bother turning on the lights. She stared at the ceiling, blankly. She hasn't seen or communicated with Zayn for three week. Somehow it feels quiet. She covered her eyes with her arm, letting out a slow breath. Her mind raced. But she can't waver, she can't show her weakness. Show that she can do it without Zayn.