Broken But Still Sparkling

There's a story behind every person. There's a reason they are the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them. Aria is still grieving after her sister's painful death. When Zayn comes into Aria's life they immediately click, the only thing holding them back are lies, past drama and secrets.


20. Broken But Still Sparkling

I left the new apartment, full of half emptied cardboard boxes and furniture covered in sheets. I decided I would come back at 5:00 pm so I would have time to make Zayn dinner when he came back from the recording studio with the boys. The walls still smelt of fresh paint, the sharp scent wafting throughout the rooms. I had to get away from unpacking, folding clothes and moving furniture into tight crevices. I grabbed my bike leaning against a pyramid of tightly sealed boxes near the door. I walked alongside my bike, my hands gripped tightly on the handlebars. I could hear the soft click of the chains on the bike revolving round and around. I slowly dragged my bike down the stairs as it clunked and slammed down on the cement steps. As soon as I reached the door leading outside, I pushed it open and threw my leg over the bike. I sat down on the narrow seat and began to bike away from the crowded city. I biked for twenty minutes, traveling farther and farther into deep country. I inhaled the hot, sticky air and closed my eyes for an instant taking in all that had happened this year. I quickly snapped my eyes back open and continued on the dirt path. My legs began to ache and my muscles started to cramp up but I struggled on. As I rode along, I realized that only few months ago, I had been dying on the inside. Honestly, I hold in a lot. When I am sad because of my unloving parents or Serena, I really don’t like to tell anyone. No matter how much anyone asks, the answer will always be “I’m fine,” Even if it’s not true. Moving on from Serena sounded easy but I died a thousand times in pain just thinking of her. But when I met Zayn, my world was turned around. At the end of the dark, endless tunnel, there was a bright light. Zayn was my bright light; Zayn was the sparkle in my eye, my motivation to heal, my world and my everything, each and every day. I may be broken, but I am still sparkling. I am still struggling and fighting on and I will be strong because I know what is like to be weak.

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