Over the span of 2 weeks things have been getting better for me, my anxiety started to go down the more I went to therapy. My leg had been getting stronger with each session of physical therapy.

I am finally able to see out of my other eye now, even if there is still a very noticeable scare down my face. Atleast it healed and my eye wasn't damaged.

My mornings are getting better, seeing my dad cook me and Minki breakfast. (I'm still not going to school yet) afternoons where the Pastels facetime me during lunch time just to yell random pick up lines and other jokes.

Dinners are made by my dad and Marinette, his girlfriend now. And nights with Jeonghan in my arms as we fall alseep to whatever song we put on for the night.

"Ugh it's too late for this." Jeonghan groans as I sit up in bed. "I haven't even told you what I'm doing yet." I raise an eyebrow as Jeonghan turns to burry his face in my chest.

"Its like 1am tho." Jeonghan whined as I placed a kiss on his head. I push the covers off and limp over to my closet. "Baby I know walking is getting easier for you but you need to lay off that foot." Jeonghan lectures me.

"Well maybe if you come help me, I can get back to bed sooner." I suggest as I grab a large cardboard box from the top shelf.

"Well what are you even doing?" Jeonghan asked running a hand through his hair to smooth it down.

"I am visiting my mother in jail tomorrow." I say as Jeonghan looks at me with wide eyes before nodding. "Okay and what does that have to do with the box?" He asks me.

"I want to get rid of all these damn shoes." I say motioning to all the shoes that my mother had bought me. I started to hate the feeling of wearing them, mentally and physically.

"Okay lets get packing." Jeonghan said as he stared grabbing shoes with me as we dumped them into the box.