(Isabella)
"Isa," angel said, flashing me a smile as he sat on a couch opposite my parents.
"You...why are you here?" My surprise was palpable, my heart racing as I processed his unexpected presence.
"Thank goodness you're back. This young man here claims to be your classmate," Dad interjected, his eyes darting between us.
"Yeah, he's my classmate," I confirmed, though my mind reeled with questions. How did he find me? I hadn’t told anyone I was leaving, and he seemed so determined.
"I don't want to know why you left,” he said, his tone firm yet compassionate, “but I do know you’re coming back with me.”
"No..." I shook my head vehemently, feeling a rush of panic. "I can't..."
"And I’m not leaving this place without you," he insisted, a resolve in his eyes that made it hard to ignor
