Deniesse's POV
I'm far away from the ولا now. I can't get it out of my mind. Seeing Zayn on his knees crying because I'm leaving. I keep on driving letting a tear stream down my face. My phone rings. I parked the car at the side of the London street. I expect it to be Zayn but I remembered he doesn't have my new phone number. My mom's name pops up on the screen.
PHONE CONVERSATION
Deniesse: hello, mom?
Alvira: Hello, sweetie. Are آپ okay?
Deniesse: yes, mom. I'm okay.
I told my mom even though I'm not.
Alvira: I can feel it in your voice. آپ cried. Tell me about it, sweetie.
Deniesse: Because Zay-...
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