Another crumpled paper hit the wall, quickly followed by another bottle of Bourbon and a frustrated scream. Never before had Zayn ever had trouble writing songs. It was his salvation, his painkiller. But not even his songs could aid him on such a miserable night. 

      Drowning his sorrows with the burning taste of alcohol going down his throat wasn't new to him but tonight, not even alcohol could make him forget. The loneliness, the betrayal and the memories were slowly but painfully depriving him of his sanity. 

      One empty bottle turned to three and one tear turned to an endless salty river. He wasn't sure what exactly brought tears to his eyes first, the fact he was hopelessly sitting on his bedroom floor with no other company than his Bourbon and the crumpled evidence of losing himself or the images that abused his fragile mind.

     He clumsily tried to stand up with wobbling legs and after much struggle, he was finally able  to walk and laid down on their comfortable bed. His mind nowhere near comforted. Our bed, he thought. Memories of the past ripped his heart out and his knowledge of the present stepped on it. 

     He knew what she was doing behind his back and it broke him. Her passionately kissing another, that was all he could see now. As his vision blurred with tears and anger, he got up and clumsily made his way out of the room only to come face to face with a painting drawn by his own hands. A painting of her.

     It was then he realized just what he lost tonight. He loved with all his heart and he loved her. She became his salvation, his painkillers. Yet obviously she wasn't as much in love with him as he was with her. 

    With another emptied bottle, a now-ripped painting went flying out the window. A decision was made, today would mark the day of his letting go. He couldn't suffer the side effects of a cheating lover no more.  

    But as another memory hit him, he was suddenly not sure he could do it.

     " I vow to cherish and love you always and forever. You're my dream girl,Gigi!"

     " I vow to always be there for you through cold and warm, rich and poor. You're my everything, Zayn."

    Apparently, everything wasn't enough to her when to him, she was his life. No, he couldn't do it. What could he do with his life without her. She was perfect while he wasn't but he would fix that. For a tiny moment fogged by longing, he was ready to look past this and work to still build their future together.

   Another bottle collided with the wall of their living room, once with the sweet smell of love in its air but now, reeking of alcohol. That's when the betraying queen strutted her way inside. The goddess of beauty inside and out, Zayn used to call her.

    "Oh my god! What happened here?" Her angelic voice pierced the air, " Baby, are you okay?"

    She would make a pretty good actress, Zayn thought as he looked into her eyes. One look at the lack of emotions in her eyes was enough. "Get out!" He yelled.

    "No! I'm not leaving until I know what's wrong with you, baby." She bent down and touched his arm. No more fireworks, no more butterflies...her touch wasn't the same.

     "As if you care! Just go ... Leave." Mustering up the iciest tone he could, " Get the hell out of this house or I will."

     "Of course, I care. What's wrong with you?!" She pretended to be hurt but she wasn't even trying  hard. 

       "I know what you did, Gigi. You sold your soul for a little dough. Don't deny it!" Resembling his heart, his voice broke mid-sentence.

       "I didn't cheat ... I'm in love with you and only you, Zayn!" She exclaimed but it seemed more of a well-practiced line than an honest confession.

      Memories congested his head again. Comparing the woman he knew and the one standing in front of him , he knew she was lying. With utmost disgust, he replied, "I can't understand how we could be friends before all this".

    He turned to walk out the front door and leave behind him all the hurt but she gripped his hand, " No, you can't leave me!" 

     "Let go of my hand, this is where it ends." 

     "What happened to our vows? What happened to our future together? I'm your dream girl, remember? You won't leave, you can't!" Said with confidence and followed by a smirk on her beautiful lips.

     Though the excruciating pain, it was now clear that reconciliation was never an option. "My dream girl is gone." He breathed out and walked away.