His love

“Wake up, Willow! You’re not Willow!” 

It was as if Zayn had suddenly gone mad as he clung to the corpse tightly. 

A thought crossed his mind as he lifted the corpse’s left hand. 

“That’s right! Willow doesn’t have a left pinky! You can’t be Willow. You’re not Willow!” 

The corpse had no left pinky, nor did it have any of its left fingers. Even half its palm was gone, probably crushed by some heavy object that had toppled down from the beam during the fire. 

“Zayn, let go of Willow! Let go of her right now!” Kenan screamed, lunging forward to pull the corpse out of Zayn’s arms. 

However, Zayn’s arms were wound so tight around the corpse that Kenan couldn’t pry them away. 

Kenan wanted to try and take the corpse away from Zayn but couldn’t bring himself to do it when he saw. how devastated Zayn was. 

Kenan knew Willow had tried to be nice to him and accept him, but the person she loved had always been 

Zayn. Perhaps dying in Zayn’s arms was what she might have wanted. 

At the thought of this, Kenan quickly looked away from the disfigured corpse. If he stared at it any longer. 

he might want to die, too. 

Willow would have wanted him to live and be happy. 

“Willow! Open your eyes! I don’t care what games you’re playing, Willow! Open your eyes right now!” Zayn yelled hysterically, but there was no response from anyone. 

He lowered his head stiffly and gazed at the badly disfigured corpse in his arms. 

He couldn’t tell the features apart anymore but gently rubbed where the eyes and brows should have been. 

Willow had cared about looking her best. Zayn would have to wait for ages before she was ready to go on 

their dates because she wanted to doll up. 

He had once told her that she was pretty in her own right and still found her stunning without makeup. 

She had pouted at him then. 

“What do you know about dolling up, Zayn? I’m dressing up for myself and take pride in looking my when I’m with you. 

“I want to look pretty every day, Zayn. I hope that for the rest of your life, you’ll only ever see me at my 

most beautiful.” 

Zayn felt like someone had sawed his heart into miserable pieces. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Willow, who spent hours looking her best each day, was now a corpse that had been burned beyond 

recognition. 

best 

Willow had a remarkably low pain threshold, too. 

There was a time when she and Zayn had been newly in love when she insisted on cutting an apple for 

him. 

Clumsy as she was, she had accidentally nicked her finger with the tip of the sharp blade. 

If a small cut like that had made her wince and grouse, Zayn couldn’t imagine how much pain she had been in while she was burned to a crisp. 

He had heard the commentary of the crowd gathered outside the neighborhood. Someone said they heard a woman screaming and crying for help inside the apartment for a long time. 

In other words, the pain Willow had felt while being burned alive had lasted more than a few seconds. 

Zayn couldn’t even picture how much agony she had been in when she was trapped in the fire and licked all over by flames. 

Willow had called him, too, at some point. 

Zayn figured out from the time of the call that the apartment must have already been engulfed by flames. She had probably called him for help. 

Even in the last moments of her life, Willow had been thinking of Zayn. 

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