#Yes I'm writing this fic with a color palette always open on the desktop and so what

[riverswater]

idk a bit of ciawr i've just written that I like

He thinks about Karim, suddenly.

He thinks about his deep, dark eyes and how they would reflect the stroboscopic lights of the club when they went dancing. How dull they had become after just a couple of years. When Zayn used to draw him, at the start, when he barely knew him, he would add a hint of old delft blue to the red umber, to build up a rich, fitting color that would satisfy him. Last time he saw him, his eyes were just black.

There, he couldn’t know that was going to be the last time he had seen him. They were both lost in their personal wars, too adrift to really see the other.

He hasn’t heard of him since that night. He has no intention of doing so.

#Bet you wanted a snippet of a ziam fic where Zayn is thinking about his ex uh #Yes I'm writing this fic with a color palette always open on the desktop and so what #m #Writing ciawr #Also this needs editing yeah yeah ik ik