Day 21 - Choice
(reposting)
“If you could choose again… Would you still choose me?” you didn’t know what kind of evil spirit possessed you to ask the question aloud.
He paused mid stir of the pudding he was cooling. Here you were, sick after an unexpected storm. Zayne, ever the kind doctor, decided to spend his rare day off looking after you.
He looked at you, eyes somewhere between hurt and shock, maybe both.
“What question is that, (y/n)? “ he gently touched your cheek, hands comfortably cold compared to the heat you felt “There was never a choice. It was always you”















