When he went back to the room, Isabella was lying on the bed with her back to him. He went and sat down by the side of the bed. He had thought about the whole thing, he had thought about all his uncle had said to him. He wanted to be with Isabella. He was going to be selfish this time. He was going to fight and see what the outcome would be like. Isabella didn't make a move. He knew she was awake but she didn't want to talk to him.
"Are you awake?" he asked. She didn't reply. He kept quiet for a while and tapped her. When she didn't move or say anything, he lay beside her, and slid his arm under her arm, wrapping it around her waist. He felt her body shudder at his touch. He snuggled up to her and sniffed her hair. "I don't really know about love," he whispered. She didn't say anything.
