POV: Isabelle
Having had that meeting with him,
I got hold of myself and sat down on the edge of my bed distractedly, placing a long glance at the white wall opposite.
Sobbing was out of question.
Actually, I was quite bothered that it was me who ended up being so strong yet no matter how much I was drawing tears, my body was, in a sense, too rigid. Tightly, it had locked up around the pain and refused to expose it to the world.
' It's over.... I should have done it even a long time ago, and ended it for sure'. It kept ringing in my head, his voice, terribly, simply flat and barely audible as he was talking to someone he didn't know. To a stranger. As if I were a person he never even loved.
On and on I was trying to find the one perhaps that I knew, inside the words he said but the
