Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The doctor quickly supported him, "It's alright now. Zoey's got a strong will to live. Just one more month of rest, and she'll be back to her old self." Fitch let out a sigh of relief, tears streaming down his face.

But he didn't feel it, merely pursing his lips twice and hoarsely saying, "Thank you."

Sitting by Zoey's hospital bed, he shakily held her hand and pressed it against his cheek.

Her fingertips were a bit cold, his cheeks were cold too, but only by being this close could he feel that she was still there.

Zoey felt as though she had been in a long, long dream, as if she had witnessed someone else's life, a bleak life, a life without attachments.

She felt like an outsider, watching without any emotion.

Then, a light appeared before her, and she slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the bright lights on the ceiling.

She tried to move her hand, only to find it pinned down, immovable.

Turning her head, she immediately saw Fitch tightly holding her hand.

Fitch's suit was wrinkled, his chin covered in stubble, and his eyes red from sleeplessness.

his pupils

then slowly closed her eyes

by the bed. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "Zoey should be waking up soon,

by holding her tightly

looked at him, so indifferent, as if he were a stranger, unsettled him. He worried

knew he

thief, all his happiness felt stolen,

was an unbearable feeling; only in bed, giving his all, burying himself deep, did he feel

This time, she didn't look at Fitch but stared at the

hand, kissing

feeling okay? Should I call the

respond, like a

Fitch grew more anxious,

topics of conversation, but he was never good with words. The only thing that came to

every

the mention of Nolan, Zoey's eyes