Chapter 2.98

Zoey p.o.v

I woke up this morning feeling the usual, the feeling of nauseous cutting short my sleep. I rush to the bathroom, throwing up all my guts. These have been going on lately, I've been feeling fatigue, nauseous and dizziness.

At first, I didn't put much thought to it, but it's been getting worse recently. I could hardly stay awake and the few times I'm awake it's either I'm throwing up or feeling light-headed.

Marco's mom said it was because I've been skipping meals, and thinking too much. She right on that, though, I haven't been myself since Marco's death. I don't eat well, I sleep but not fully rested.

Nothing was the same anymore, and it causes a pang of immense pain in my chest. Drifting to sleep at night was, but actually having a good night rest was hard for me. I missed him so much.

Every time I think about him, reliving our moments in my mind it increases the pain in my heart making it difficult for me to breathe.

The thought of not being able to see him again in this