Zeke's POV

Please, Zeke. Don't.

Kamille's words kept replaying in my head as I left the hospital garden. My emotions roared inside me like a stormy sea but I could not show it.

My demeanor became very cold and aloof wrapping around my heart like an icy grip. Anger coursed through me as I kept thinking of what had just happened. Hurt and pain gnawed at my insides, a deep ache that seemed to consume me from within.

Each step I took felt heavy, weighed down by the burden of my emotions. My jaw shut tightly, teeth grinding together with suppressed frustration. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging...