Zayn's grip on my hands feels tight, grounding me in the midst of my panic. His voice is gentle yet urgent as he implores me to explain what's troubling me.
I feel the weight of his concern, mixed with my own confusion and fear. Candy's presence feels weird today.
With a shaky breath, I try to articulate my thoughts, struggling to find the words to convey the turmoil inside me.
"What is wrong with you Kattie?"
Zayn's eyes search mine, filled with a mix of worry and curiosity. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice.
"I... I don't know, Zayn. Something feels off, and I can't shake this feeling that I shouldn't trust anyone right now. I am scared."
I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Candy reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on my arm.
"Kattie, we're here with you. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together. You can trust me Kattie , you know that."
