ISAIC'S POV
"How do you expect me to know what you want if you don't tell me?!" I hear myself roar.
I had swore to myself never to shout at Sarah again, but I am too agitated to control my words. I had thought we were fine after our talk this morning, but it appears she had lied.
Apparently, she doesn't even believe I love her. I would give her anything if she just asked. But she never asks, I wonder if she even wants anything from me. Why are good hearts so complicated?
Even if I wasn't honestly in love with Irene, life with her was easy. She demanded whatever she wanted and I didn't have to scratch my head raw thinking of what to do to make her happy.
"Why are you forcing yourself to love me? We both know I'm not what you like!" She fires back.
Urgh! Where is this
