Zayn's POV
The sun slipped through the curtains, spilling golden light across the room. It was a beautiful morning, and for the first time in a long while, my chest felt light. Today was the day Evric and I were finally going to visit my mother.
Over the past few days, he had done absolutely nothing but care for me completely, selflessly, like I was the center of his world. He treated me so right that sometimes it felt as if we were already married. We had our misunderstandings, of course, but never once did they last longer than a heartbeat. Evric never gave space for long arguments. If I were wrong, he would still apologize first. If he were wrong, he would say sorry just as quickly. To him, it didn't matter who admitted fault, what mattered was that we were okay.
