Prisoner Of Fate
"Forget about it. Don't be a prisoner of things that you cannot change."
It breaks my heart that everything is again falling apart slowly. I always thought that we would get out of this stronger. But there was always this fear that I will lose her in more ways than one.
So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts; if Zoe won't talk, then I hope that she will listen.
What is the worst that she can do? Throw me out of the room?
I can see there is a slight irritation in her eyes, but she allows me to take her hand. Once she is settled, I softly whisper. In the days before, I used to tell our baby stories. Now, now I am left with...well, it is just her and me again. So I need for her to listen.
"Zoe."
"Yes, Foster?"
"I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to talk about this, Foster."
"Then please just listen."
She sits up straight and looks me into the eye, waiting rather impatient.