Zoe sat alone in her bed. Alfie Deyes was already up and about the house. Zoe was feeling such a wave of depression. This had come to her many times before. She had always thought it had to do with her anxiety, and the fact that she was so stressed all of the time. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Never any way to ever know completely for sure. Even if it is her anxiety, there was no way to get rid of it. No antidote, no magical potion. This world wasn't a fairytale, like Zoe Sugg had wished it to be. Nor would it ever be a fairytale. Although, there is no way for her to see in the future. She continued to sit in her bed, her knees tucked tightly towards her chest, staring into the wall as if it were a person blabbering on and on. She was so zoned out she didn't notice Alfie walk into the room. Alfie noticed the lack of attention direction to him from his lover once her walked in. In response, he rubbed the shoulder of her. Zoe's head snapped toward Alfie had surprised her with his soothing voice. In which was very surprising itself.
"Hey. Are you doing alright? It's 11:23am." Alfie sat next to her.
"Yeah I'm fine. I think I'm just going through a phase again." When Zoe said "Phase" Alfie knew what she mean't. She had gone through phases like this all the time. Just like a teenage girl going through puberty.
