She chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead and kissed it.
"Goodnight, Zayn." With that, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her and leaving him in stunned silence.
Zayn exhaled slowly, his eyes fluttering open as the soft click of Elisse's door echoed in his ears.
He waited, still as a statue, just in case she decided to pull the ol' "forgot something" and pop back in for another accidental chest-to-face collision.
That'd be awkward with what he was about to do.
When the coast was clear, he drew his legs together in a cross-legged stance.
He closed his eyes and reached inward.
A pulse of golden soul energy began to hum in his chest, but he didn't want gold this time.
Nah. He needed that other flavor.
Fear.
He let his thoughts spiral — visions of being caught in a fight… visions of his friends sustaining wounds beyond repair… visions of Elisse dyi —.
Goosebumps prickled along his skin, and sure enough, the energy shifted.
