FRAGILE

I sat in the front seat of the car as Zayn drove us to the mental center. It was only he and I in the car and the day seemed gloomy. Drizzles of rain fell from the sky and rumbles of thunder could be heard.

When we finally reached the large building, Zayn found somewhere to park easily. “I didn’t bring an umbrella,” He said to me as he opened his side of the car. He was wearing a jacket so he offered me it.

“It’s okay, it’s not raining that hard. It’s just a light drizzle.” I tried to turn him down but he would not budge until I accepted his offer. I finally wore his jacket and we left the car locked as we approached the building.

I was right, it was not raining heavily but it sure was cold. Zayn had his arm draped around me as we walked, and I could not help but smile.

When we entered the building, we found ourselves in a nice lobby. The place smelt nice, almost like flowers. We were not the only ones there. Some people were sitting and a few were standing in line at the receptio