I know fifteen languages, I have twenty-seven identities, and know how to kill a man thirty-two different ways with my bare hands. So how did I run into you? How out of all six billion people in the world did we cross paths? You know me from school, I know you for being in One Direction. So leave me when you can, Zayn Malik, because I'm the world's most wanted secret agent and I'm only nineteen. But before you go, I want you to kiss me but I need you to Baise-Moi.

*Ages +15* **Some words are in French, you can use Google Translate for translation purposes**


33. Epilogue

I haven't seen Zayn in months. It's hot and sticky where myself and the other girls have been sent too. I never expected this place to be so...sinful but yet delicious. I have sacrificed a lot, and I'm not really ready to give up just yet. 

I've already been warmed by Simon about my new personality, soaking up this hot sun, but I think I'm ready to live. There has been no villains passing through the streets lately. No shootings, steals, or other things that would make us chase. Instead it's been boring and tiresome. 

That's exactly why I'm starting to live on the edge. Stealing a kiss here or there, playing games on the patio, or jumping off our rooftop and into the shallow end of the pool. I literally believed I was starting to go insane, trying whatever to feel something. 

I looked down at the freshly made scars on my wrist and exhaled. Yea, I've gone back there again. I can't really control it though, it makes me feel something and keeps me from going numb. 

You know, that numb feeling? And the only person who can take away that feeling is him

My toes curled further into the warm sand as the water rushed up to me. My clothing hung loose on me, my makeup ran down my cheeks as I watched the sunset out over the ocean. The wind was subtle, but was enough to move my long dark hair across my back and onto my neck. 

I was tired of crying, trying to make anything feel realistic. I could feel the sharpness of the razor on my wrist or the strength of the drug melting into my blood stream. I was destroyed, ready to be taken out with the water tides and disappear from everything. Leave the agency, vanish from sight, and then maybe reappear in twenty years.

I've thought about all the possible scenarios which would relieve me from this world. I could very simply grab a lethal drug that we kept hidden and plunge the syringe into me, making everything quick and painless. 

I was ready. I was ready to leave, I can't--.

"Giselle," I heard my name, belonging to a voice I knew. It confused me and I thought that the wind was playing a joke on me. 

I turned my head and my eyes widened. 

"Sunset, right?" He questioned.

I nodded, "I never thought--."

"Shh," he hushed me. "We need to be together. I need you. You need me. So I found you, because we are an army of two, and right now we need to find the love that we both deserve." 

A small smile appeared on my lips, as the tears again begun to flowed from my eyes. "I've missed you, Zayn." I said to him over the rush of the tidal waves crashing. We stood in silence before he came closer and wrapped his arms around me as the sunset soon vanished on the horizon. 

This was the warmth I craved. 

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