POV: Isabelle
After the encounter I had with him,
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall for a long time.
I didn't cry. I seriously wanted to but I just couldn't get there. Everything felt too tight, like my body had locked up around the hurt and refused to let it out.
‘So this is it, It's done. I should have ended it a long time ago.’
I kept hearing it, his voice, desperately flat and distant, like he was talking to a stranger. Like I was nothing he'd ever cared about. I kept trying to find the version of Dorian I knew inside those words and I couldn't find it. It just didn't fit,none of it.
Then, I picked up my phone, but I put it back down. I picked it up again.
I didn't call him.
Instead I sat there and went through every conversation we'd ever had, every look and
