The truth is one of the funniest mysteries of life. Everybody knows it but does not acknowledge it until they are slapped with it. Isabella knew not why the pool of tears in her eyes were threatening to stream down her cheeks or why they were there in the first place, as far as her feelings were concerned, he hadn't said anything to hurt them, so why?
Why does she feel pain?
Why is she unable to hold back her tears?
"But.." she paused to look at him, his eyes as blank as they have always been. Of course, there should be nothing, he couldn't see her tears, he wouldn't know she is crying.
Swallowing hard, she continued, hoping her voice wouldn't give her out.
"Your father said it is not permanent, that you just needed a donor and you will be as good as new and you will be complete again
