ISABELLA'S POV
My throat was so tight that I was almost choking on my words as I stared up at him, the tears overflowing and rolling down my cheeks.
With one thumb, Alex rubbed away the tears tracking my face.
"What's wrong Isabella?" He asked, his voice low and raspy.
He moved both his hands up to cup my face, sliding his fingers into my thick curly hair and tilting my face closer to his.
"I dunno.... I'm just so sad... It... falling... apart and...I.... so sad."
I was a slobbering mess. I had gone pale and my face very still as I felt his touch. I wasn’t a weepy person, and I was trying hard not to cry, but the tears kept rolling down my face as I faced him, and I kept angrily dashing them away.
Slowly Alex reached out and brushed my hair away from my damp face, then eased me in
