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Zion shifted in his seat in the back of the taxi, the air seemed to be growing thicker. The closer he got to you, the worse the butterflies got. He'd taken a flight to you mid-tour. He was too wrapped up in you to even focus on the shows anymore, and the boys were beginning to thin their patience with him. No matter what he told himself he couldn't shake you. The clock numbers on the dashboard served as a reminder to just how far he would go for you, ticking down the approach of midnight.When you called him earlier that day, bearing your broken soul, he knew he had to see you. Waiting until the tour was done wasn't an option anymore. His world revolved around you, but the planets wouldn't resume their orbit until he was with you again. He all but dove out the cab door as it pulled up to the curb outside your home. His long legs brought him to the doorstep in a few simple strides, so why couldn't he muster the courage to knock?You were probably in bed. This was stupid of him. He was interfering with your life, and that's the last thing he had wanted. You were made for him, that he knew, but you held on to your free will. He'd wait until the ends of time, though. You were his destiny.Running his hand over his dreads, he turned to walk away, but the door to your home quickly yanked open. The warm glow of the interior lights illuminated your silhouette and cast your shadow out into the yard. You crossed the threshold and placed a hand on his arm, drawing him near to your body. Warm tears freely fell from your eyes as his large frame wrapped around you. "How are you here right now?" You mumbled into his chest. "I told you, ma. I'm always gonna be here for ya. I'm yours."