"We were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go."
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"You need to eat this, darling." I put the spoon to her her lips but she turned her head away.
"I'm not hungry." She mumbled, the exhaustion and weakness showing on her face when I sighed heavily.
"Baby, you need to eat to take your medicines. Please." I added the last part and saw her frown when I brought the spoon of soup to her lips once more.
She mumbled a small 'no' but I urged her to take at least a little when she glared at me and pushed the spoon and bowl away with such force that it fell to the ground and the glass bowl shattered.
"I said I don't want it!" She spoke in frustration, her chest heaving before she stood up from the bed with a wince only to stumble but I quickly caught her from falling as a wave of dizziness took over.
"Careful, my darling, you'll hurt yourself." I spoke quietly and held her to me when she sniffled.
"Leave me alone, Eros, I don't want anybody's help." She spoke as she wiped her tears while I helped her back on our bed.
"I can't leave you like this." I told her as I put the blanket on her legs and saw her close her eyes and take a shaky breath in.
"I can't— Just let me die. I can't do this anymore." She cried softly, her voice full of hopelessness when my heart nearly beat out of my chest as I took her chin and made her look at me.
"You say anything about dying again, Emerald, I swear to God—" I choked up before letting her go and running a hand over my face.
"Don't do this to me, please. Don't shut me out, baby." I pleaded quietly but when she didn't answer, I took that as my cue to leave and walked out of our room but made sure her personal maid went in to keep an eye on her.
She had been discharged from the hospital a few days ago but nothing was fine. Far from it, actually.
She had stopped talking to everyone including me and refused to see anyone, not even her family or friends. Hell, she didn't even want to see my face and if I had accepted the fact that this wasn't my fault, her face and actions made me doubt everything.
What if she thought this was my fault?
I couldn't even bear to think about it that way because I would die if she thought this was all my fault. She wasn't even eating or sleeping properly which made me even more worried for her health.
I went to my office and sat down on my chair, sinking into the leather chair behind my desk, staring blankly at the clutter of papers and files scattered across the surface.
It felt like a different world—one that paled in comparison to the chaos of the hospital and the heart-breaking silence of our home.
I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid shimmering in the dim light, and downed it in one go, feeling the warmth spread through my chest like a thin veil of comfort.
