Zoe's POV
I stood in front of Alexander's front door, clenching onto my suitcase.
"I can do this," I muttered, pep-talking myself. "It's only for tonight."
I took in a deep breath before pressing the doorbell.
The sound of the doorbell brought me back to the reality of what I was about to do.
"There's no turning back now," I muttered, managing to convince myself.
Minutes later I noticed the door knob slowly turn.
The door opened revealing a distorted-looking Alexander.
"Zoe!" he exclaimed, his eyebrow raised in confusion. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
I took another deep breath before answering.
"I'm moving in," I answered.
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*EARLIER THAT DAY*
The neighbour's dog woke me up from my sleep. The dog belonged to the owner in the next apartment block, it had been a while since I last heard the door bark this loud.
I groaned as the dog continued to bark. I pulled the cushion over my head trying to block the noise.
Last night I ended up falling asleep on the couch, Reina and Abby tucked me to sleep. I refused to move to my bedroom after my outburst.
I opened my eyes to the dark room, with the curtains closed, the lighting was always bad in the living room.
Yesterday's memories flooded over me like a bucket of ice.
'This was what I wanted,' I reminded myself. I just didn't think it would suck this much.
I groaned again trying to forget everything.
After a few minutes, I finally registered that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. I'm sure I heard a couple of my neighbours swear at the dog owner.
I pushed the blanket away from my face and stared at the empty ceiling. I started thinking about what I'd spent the rest of my day doing. I had spent so much time watching TV that if I watched anymore, I'd become depressed.
I had no idea staying at home would be this boring. I miss how my life was before everything when I still had a job and I'd watch the happy faces of customers buy baked goods for their loved ones. Most of all, I miss coffee.
My phone rang on my coffee table. I sat up and reached for my phone in the darkroom.
The numbers 10: 15 on the corner of my screen hit me along with my mom's name, I can't believe I had slept that much.
"Mom," I exclaimed answering the phone.
"Morning honey," Mom answered enthusiastically.
"Tell her I said morning," Dad yelled in the background.
"Why do the two of you sound so happy?" I asked. Mornings are usually not my moms' favourites, or mine.
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RomanceZoe is a young and independent woman who never loses an argument. She feels that her life is finally the way she wants it to be. She has a great job and a great new house. Her life is perfect. She has everything she wants except one thing, a child...
