Zoe’s POV
I spent days in the hospital, drowning in a darkness that had become my life. I cried day and night, hoping the tears would somehow erase the emptiness inside me, but they never did.
Blake never left my side. He searched tirelessly for ways to cheer me up. He brought dozens of red roses that filled the entire room, my favourite dark chocolates, and even hired a band to serenade me at all hours. Yet none of it could touch the hollow depression I felt.
"Hi, Cupcake. How are you doing?" Blake asked, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Concern filled his eyes.
I did not answer. I took his hands away and turned my back on him.
"Oh no, Zoe! You have to stop this silent treatment. You need to talk to me. You cannot shut me out forever. You are not the only one who lost someth
