"Ten more minutes and you'll be outta here," Zayn tells me, grinning. "Thankfully," I reply. "I'm gonna go discharge you," Zayn says. "I'll be back in a few minutes." He leaves and I look around my hospital room, bored. Zayn's phone buzzes from the chair. I instinctively look down at it, and see a text from a girl named Quinn. You coming over later? it says with a winky face. I grab his phone and unlock it, knowing from last summer that he doesn't have a password on it. I scroll through their conversation until I can't take anymore. I throw his phone back down and try not to cry. Apparently, Zayn has a girlfriend. He doesn't need me. I wipe away a tear and take a deep breath. Get your shit together, Ally I tell myself. When Zayn comes back, he kisses me on the cheek. "Let's get out of here," he says. I follow him out of the hospital, my arm in a sling, much to my annoyance. Zayn helps me buckle my seatbelt before getting in the driver's seat and pulling out of the parking lot. "You okay?" he asks. "You seem quiet." I turn and look out the window. "Who's Quinn?" I ask finally. I sound jealous, but I don't really care. I thought we were going to make this work. "She's no one," Zayn tells me, but he sounds nervous and his happy tone sounds forced. "Is that why she asked if you were coming over later?" I reply tartly. "Ally, listen-" Zayn starts, but I cut him off. "Zayn, I'm sick of this, okay? I dealt with this last summer with Kat and Niall. I don't want to do it again with you and Quinn. Either you're committed to me, or you aren't. There's no in between." Zayn clenches his fists around the steering wheel. "It's really nothing, Ally. We dated before, and she wants to get back together." I try not to start yelling at him. "From what I saw, it looks like you want to get back together with her too," I say. Zayn pulls over and I concentrate on the traffic whizzing past us instead of Zayn's pained face. He reaches out and touches my arm lightly, but I pull back. "Fuck off," I say, opening the car door. "Ally, wait!" Zayn calls. I pause. "Zayn, I can't do this. I can't. Maybe I just need a break. A break from you, from Niall, from camp, from everything." I rub my temples. "Why are we even trying, Zayn?" I say. "We're going off to separate colleges come August, and we'll never see each other. We'll date people at college, and it'll never work out. Long distance relationships are a bitch." My eyes well up, and I will myself not to break down. I hate this, I hate how much I want to stay with Zayn, and I hate how everyone always betrays me. My stomach twists itself into a knot, and I take a deep breath to quell the pain. "I thought you wanted to try," Zayn says quietly, looking down at his hands. "I thought you wanted to try too," I say. Hurt flashes in his eyes, and I know I should probably feel bad, but I'm too hurt and all I can think about doing is going home and curling up in bed with reruns of Glee and Gossip Girl. "Please don't go," Zayn protests, holding out his hand. "I have to," I tell him, getting out of the car. "Can I at least take you home?" he says pitifully. "I can walk," I reply sourly. I slam the door shut and begin to walk. Fuck this. Fuck everything. I concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, concentrate on everything but my broken heart. I feel like pulling my hair out, like pouring my feelings out to a complete stranger until I feel better, but I do neither of those things. I break into a run. It hurts my shoulder to run, and it's hard to run with the sling on, but I barely notice the pain. The pain in my chest is worse anyways. I feel people staring at me as they pass, but it doesn't faze me. When my house comes into view, I finally slow down and wipe the sweat off my forehead. I see my mom's car in the driveway, and I hesitate. Do I really want to go home? Where my parents will just look at me like I caused all of their problems? Not really. But where am I supposed to go? I can't go back to camp. I can't face Emma or anyone else for a while. My knees buckle, and I collapse onto the sidewalk. The pavement is warm, and before I know it, I start crying. I don't even stop when my dad rushes out and picks me up, carrying me into our house. I don't stop when he lays me down on my bed and leaves. Memories fly through my head, leaving me exhausted but unable to sleep. One after another, they pain me until I'm sure I can't feel a pain greater than the one I'm feeling right now. I see the memories in vivid color, from the day I went to the beach with Niall to the night I went clubbing with Ansley. "I wish I would just die," I mumble into my soaked pillow. "I wish I would just fucking die."