It was weird walking around the kitchen without Blake. In the last 4 weeks, I had gotten used to him always being up before me and making me coffee and pouring me cereal before work. Today I had to do all that by myself, and it brought me back to reality. The reality that I wasn't going to be staying with Blake forever, and that getting used to being treated like a queen was going to have to stop.
I placed a cup of coffee on the tray with a bowl of cereal and milk on the side. I grabbed the medicine Blake was taking and a glass of hot lemon and honey water. Just like the night before, I made my way up to Blake's room. The door was open again, but this time Blake was lying on the bed.
I walked over and put the tray on his bedside table, and gently touched his forehead to check if he was r
