Violet's POV:

"Excuse me ma'am, you need to eat. How else will you be able to push through your day, when you don't have any energy?" The lady that entered the room a few minutes ago speaks.

She sits beside me and pats my hand.

"At least a bite, please?" She sighs and looks at me, but I'm not even glancing at her.

I'm not listening to her.

"Yeah, fine. Just go, please." I wave her off, feeling a little guilty for how I treated her, but it's not even my fault.

I've been in a coma for about a week and a half, the doctors say I'm now stable and fine, I just need to eat and take a few pills.

This is the last day of pills, and also the last day I'm staying here, in this hospital.

You would say that these are good news.

I mean, they are. But, there's a but.

When I woke up a few days ago, no one was here. Except Silvia and Jacob.

They explained everything to me. Like how Blake and I were in a car accident, how everyone rushed to the hospital, how worried everyone was.

I didn't care about that. The first thing I asked was "Where is Blake?"

And their answer absolutely shattered me.

"He left for Italy."

How could he do that?

Does he know I'm okay? He probably does.

Then why isn't he here?

Why hasn't he called or even texted?

When I was in the coma, it felt as if I was losing my mind. I kept seeing the people I love the most, but they always disappeared.

When I saw Blake, he made me think I wasn't losing my mind that much.

He made me feel okay, he gave me hope.

And now that I'm awake, he completely destroyed that hope.

I glance at the pancakes the nurse left a few minutes ago.

I take some bites, quickly finishing the food.

But I still felt empty inside.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" Silvia speaks, I think she's been here since the nurse left.

But I was too busy overthinking to notice.

"I'm okay." I'm not.

"I'm sorry it was a stupid question." She sighs, slapping her forehead with her hand, before sitting next to me.

"It's okay." I assure her.

"It's not. I just," She starts, but suddenly she doesn't know what to say.

"I just feel sorry." She finally says.

"What for?" I ask, laying my head back on the pillow.

"As your best friend I'm supposed to make you happy. I can't seem to do that." She says, blaming herself.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, I love you. It's not your fault he isn't here now." I say and she lays with me, hugging me from behind.

We just lay there.

Without saying a word.

It's peaceful with her.

But it doesn't take long to remember why we had this conversation.

Blake.

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The doctor discharged me.

We're now driving home, Jacob, Silvia and I.

I'm sitting in the back, watching the city's view from the window.

What is he doing right now?

Did he leave a letter, a postcard, anything?

Is he even alive?

I kept wondering.

The car stops and I soon realise we're home.

I open the door and rush inside the house, eager to find out if Blake has left a note, a letter, hell a code. Anything.

But I'm pretty disappointed when I don't find anything after almost turning the whole house upside-down.

I go back downstairs, looking for Jacob.

I find him outside, where I left him, taking some bags off the car.

"What the hell is going on?" I shout, feeling my heart shatter.

"What's wrong?" Jacob looks at me, seeming confused?

"What's wrong?" I repeat his words, slightly angry.

"Why isn't he here?" I desperately ask.

Jacob sighs.

I don't like it when he sighs.

"You're right to feel this way. I'll tell you. But please, calm down first and go back inside. I'll be there in a minute." He calmly says, making me turn my back and walk my ass back in the house.

I sit on the couch in the living room and wait for him. Wait for answers.

After about five minutes or so, he walks through the living room's door.

He sits on the couch, across from me.

"I'm not in the position to speak, I promise you I am not. But I will say what I can say." He starts, his expression calm.

"When you entered a coma, Blake lost his mind. He thought you would never wake up. And then, a new problem came into view. One of his childhood best friends, he didn't say which one, has been captured by a strong Mafia. The friend we're speaking of, is being held as hostage. And now, Blake and the others of 'Le Ombre' are planning a war." Jacob brushes his forehead before continuing.

"They're in Italy because they've decided to meet there. And this is all I know, Violet." Jacob finishes, waiting for me to react.

This is a lot to process.

"My question is, why hasn't he called? I mean, I'm okay now, why does it seem like he doesn't care?" I ask, almost desperate.

"I told you what I could, little one. He left me something for you. But I, with all my heart, hope I won't have to give it to you." He says, sounding almost worried he'll have to do what he's talking about.

"And what is that?" I ask, curious and eager to know.

"Tonight he'll tell me if I have to give it to you. You'll find out then." He says, getting up from the couch and walking closer to me "But I really hope you won't have to."

And with that, he pats my shoulder and walks away, leaving me alone in the quiet room.

I am so confused.

But I trust Jacob. And if he says that I don't want to find out, then I don't want to find out.

Even though I'm curious.

Questions are meant to be answered. But sometimes, it's better if you let them linger in your head, without giving them an answer.

I have a feeling this is a question I don't want to know the answer to.

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It's 11 pm.

Jacob's phone rang about twenty-five minutes ago, and he's been in his office since then.

I'm sitting around the kitchen island. Waiting.

Hoping I don't find out. I don't want to. I'm scared.

I hear some footsteps and soon Silvia walks in the kitchen. My heart almost dropped, thinking it was Jacob.

"Hey." She greets me, giving me a hug.

"Hi Sil." I greet her back.

She caresses my back, sitting next to me.

Something is off.

I can't even ask her what's going on, because as I'm about to, two familiar tall and handsome men step into the kitchen.

Two brothers.

Two Ferreri.

Jacob, and the older brother.

The older brother is the one I'm looking at.

"Blake?" I whisper, almost as if I didn't want to say it out loud.

He's... different?

He seems colder. As if he doesn't recognise me anymore.

He's still as handsome and beautiful as he's always been. His black suit fits him perfectly and his hair is a little bit messy.

I think my heart is on the floor.

But then he does something that makes my heart go six feet under.

He pulls out some papers, throwing them on the kitchen island.

"Sign the papers, Violet."

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