ZACK’S POV
Hours later, the surgery was finally over and we hastily waited for the doctor to come out and inform us about her state. But what we didn’t expect from her was the way she behaved after she came out of the OT. She had a bland expression on her face and was dead silent not even taking the initiative to tell us what was happening and her eerie silence worried everyone. Suddenly, her bland expression turned into a wide smile and it hit like a huge wave of relief in all our hearts!!!!
“Zoe is perfectly fine and her legs are in perfect condition. The clot had been removed successfully
ZOE’S POV Both of us turned towards the door to see who it was and seeing her made us get chills. What was she doing here??? “Do you mind if I come in??” Caroline asked us in a petrified tone. “What the heck are you doing her Caroline? I thought mom had asked you to go back home and got you a cab. How and why did you return??” Zack immediately blasted at her furiously and she hung her head down.
ZACK’S POV A week later, Zoe was allowed to do activities other than her bed rest. And for that, I had personally taken the initiative to help her with her physiotherapy. I started off with mild ones along with the help of a professional instructor who watched over us. It was done to help her not to give extra stress on her legs so that gradually it could gain its balance. Once the instructor felt me being the perfect help for Zoe, he had asked me to continue her exercises and physiotherapy sessions alone after giving me the required instructions. Above the therapy s
I held her hands and looked into her sparkling tiny eyes. It was moist with tears of contentment and were ready to flow out easily. I couldn’t see that and so, I raced my hands to her puffy cheeks and wiped off those tears before they rolled down. “It’s okay. Everything fine now and from now own, I’ll take care of you. I'll make sure that you’ll get back to the tracks and that you’ll get the second chance you always deserved” I gave her the assurance and she giggled at me. “What??” I felt a mysteriousness in her giggle and asked her.
ZACK’S POV The stadium was filled with athletes, their family and friends and the huge crowd of audience who were deadly excited to see their beloved athletes perform their best. They all were hell bound on cheering for their favorite athletes at the top of their voices. Various announcements were being made about the sports venues and finally, after a long wait, the championship trophies were brought up to the stage for display. The Championship trophy was a huge golden colored one which was similar to the Zonal championship’s symbol. It was the symbol of unity, spo
We are told to let our light shine and if it does, we won’t need to tell anyone it does. Lighthouse don’t go firing cannons to call attention to their shining- they just shine -The legend of the lighthouse ZACK’S POV 
*No matter how hard the past is, you can always begin again* ZACK’S POV The sunlight fell directly on my face and I blinked thrive to clear my blurred vision. Why on earth had the morning came up so early??yet, I snuggled up in the bed for a minute longer. Today I had a race to win and my body deserved a great rest after yesterday's party at the boys’ house and looked at my phone to see the time and the number of missed calls I had alarmed me of the time and shit, I was late!!
ZACK’S POV We reached the place which was our hometown called Beverly hills...A town which had not a lot of population but had lots of forests in it and it had the biggest beach of the whole area. I have never visited nor heard about my hometown. But yeah, I had once heard mom saying that we had some relatives in the town next to our hometown but I had never seen them nor talked to them in my life. I was a total stranger to the place. Mom and I were both equally tense to start afresh in such an alienated place. I didn’t have any friends here.
ZACK’S POV *And one day you’ll get what you want and it will be exactly what you wanted* “So, you are the so-called champion everyone waited so long for huh” one of them contemptuously talked to me about myself. They knew every single detail about me as if they had googled about me and I was taken aback by their attitude. “Ignore them I;