River folded the last shirt with trembling hands and placed it in the bag that lay open on the bed. The sound of the zipper scraping shut was loud in the silence, almost deafening. His eyes wandered around the room β the faint indentation on the couch where Zayn used to sit, the wrinkled sheets on the bed they had shared, the mug on the nightstand still bearing traces of coffee and laughter from mornings that felt so long ago.
How many nights had they spent in here? Talking, teasing, laughi