Isabella's POV.
I walked down the street so casually and it felt like hours to me. I couldn't look over the fact that I was in immense pain, my feet ache and my back was sore.
My frustration didn't leave my mind and it was a jam-packed mess of disappointment. I knew I had tried but it just wasn't showing. It felt like I was losing every battle being placed before me even before I started and I wasn't even sure that I had the strength to keep on fighting anymore.
All the companies I stepped into and messaged seemed to close in my face faster than I could have ever explained why I was there. They all rejected me and I couldn't help but feel exhausted.
My fingers tightly clutched the strap of my bag and I could feel the tension in my muscles. It seemed as though they were fighting me and
