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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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28. Chapter 27.

A few hours had passed since Liam had come into the room, crying uncontrollably. I watch as he blissfully slept, his head against my hand as he leans against the hospital bed. He's back. I thought to myself. Liam's back.
I figured that Liam wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, and so I grab the remote control and start flipping through the channels, but there's nothing interesting that was on. I grab my phone and ran my thumb up the screen, scrolling down as I look upon the apps, before settling on texting the boys. I missed Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Niall.
Before I can press send, Liam begins to stir, and is now saying a million things, which I can barely understand. He is talking too fast all at once, making my mind spin, but all I can hear was "I'm sorry."  Liam is genuinely sorry.

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