Zayn had been waiting three hours for it to finish. A pirated copy of a film he’d already watched twice in cinemas. Why? He didn’t know anymore. Maybe because watching it felt like holding onto something that was already gone.
The film was about a man who refuses to follow his love to London. In the movie, the hero stays back for pride, for family, for a stubborn kind of love that doesn’t know how to pack its bags. Zayn had laughed at that character the first time. Who wouldn’t go to London for the woman they love?
And? Did he regret it?
