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"Zayn, where do broken hearts go?" I asked, keeping my gaze locked on his beautifully structured appearance. The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke filled the air. He continued to stare straight ahead, a small smile tugging at his lips before he let out a soft laugh. "A broken heart goes to the next person it decides to torture. It's meant to be fixed by them. It's excruciating to that person but that's what love is. That one person keeps the other's heart because of love, even though love is complete bullshit. All it gives you is pain. It suffocates you. I promised myself that I would never fix a heart that was let down because then I'd get too attached. And I don't want that. All the agony that takes place, all the suffering, it kills me and I-I just wish it would go away........So tell me this one thing; why is everything so different with you?"
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