VICTORIA
It's been over one hundred and sixty-eight hours since I last saw Isabella. My aunt checked in a few times before leaving for work. Coming home didn't really improve my mood. I thought the pain would disappear by rejecting her, but now it feels worse. Why do I still want her?
"The rejection was false. You never wanted to leave her," Rae told me.
"Still, I shouldn't be the one in pain. She's the one who didn't want to fight for us," I snapped back.
"Then we should have stayed and fought for her. Maybe it could've made her stronger," Rae countered.
"I don't want to fight for her," I cried.
"Then why are you still holding on to her shirt," Rae snapped at me.
I looked down at the shirt clutched to my chest. This was my pastime. Sitting on my bed, breathing in her scent,
