It had been minutes when the man disappeared into the crowd, but Isabella was still glued to her spot. She is unable to move any muscles or her body nor digest everything. Her breathing went shallow and heavy as tears fell silently down her cheeks.
She didn’t understand why it hurt. She didn’t know why it went a big deal to her now when she finally moved on. Lastly, Isabella didn’t understand what that man meant regarding the last words he had left her.
What does it suppose to mean? Who was he? Why now?
“Belle, is everything alright? You look pale.” Cynthia, again, asked while waving her hand before her face. This time, Isabella noticed the movement as she bit her bottom lip.
“Y-Yeah?”
Cynthia was standing beside her, worry etched across her face. She spoke, her voice gentle and conce
