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The past week has been hard, even though we won, war takes its toll. In the end, we were all nursing broken bodies and an equally broken heart, and Zayne… I just miss him.

A whole week has gone by and whenever I think about that night, I want to break down into tears, sometimes, I do cry. At the fight and what went down after.

The girls come to visit me every day, and Oliver and the guys also swing by after training. Sometimes, Emma is also here, and we make food together. But at night, I get so lonely, the bed so empty without him. But I can't bare to sleep anywhere else. At least here, I’m covered in his scent.

Right now, we gather in the meeting room, I try not to pace as I wait, the time counting down with each passing second, smoothing a hand over my leather jacket, I draw in a deep breath. I don’t know which has me more nervous. Finally talking to them or- almost immediately a short beep sounds and I hear the door push open.

Every other thought forgotten I cover the distance