*Lucy's pov*We have spent the last two weeks at the hospital. When I get too sad or tired Rexford brings me home. I haven't eaten today. Well not for many days. Rexford tries so hard to make me feel better but I don't think it can be. Nothing will ever get better.I haven't talked much to Rexford or anyone to be honest. I'm just so empty. It's like I have nothing left. My body won't eat or talk.I'm in bed right now and Rexford knocks on the door. He steps in with a plate in his hand. He has brought me food these past two weeks even if I don't eat it he brings it every morning, lunch and dinner. "Morning love," he says, putting the plate on the bedside table. I give him a smile as he takes a seat beside me.He moves his hand to my face and gently rubs his thumb on my cheek. I close my eyes to take in his touch. "Feeling any better?" He asks. I don't answer meaning no. "I brought you breakfast, '' he says, smiling. "Thank you but I'm not hungry" I mumble."Rexford, please you haven't
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