FIFTY TWO

It's been two weeks since we came back from the hospital, and it's been two weeks since I finally returned from the hospital and have been treated like a baby, not by Sin but by Zoey.

They both kept trying to do everything for me and refused to let me raise a finger, which was both nerve-wracking and nice.

I had been locked in the room all day, mostly due to the fact that I had been reading a novel and lost track of time.

Things with Sin and I have been great; he pampers me all the time, and slowly the mask of a ruthless leader he wore slips away when we are together.

Every day with Sin revealed a new side of him: that he was capable of empathy, kindness, and integrity. We both joked and laughed like two normal human beings, and whatever I requested of him, he made sure to carry it out. But was it enough to forget about everything and give up my family and freedom?

The dark and malicious part of him still existed, strong and dominant, even when he tried so hard to hide it. I still saw