Isle doesn’t know what time she fell asleep, all she knew is that the sun is nearly peeking when drowsiness took over her. All of her thoughts were on the kiss she and Achlys shared. She doesn’t know if it’s her mind playing tricks on her or if it really did happen. She lifted her rand hand as she brushed her fingers languidly on her lips. It seems surreal. Why does he have to do this when she decided to give up? Is this just a game to him? Is he playing with her feelings? She doesn’t know.
She was woken up when a call went through her phone. Groaning, Isle idly searches for her cell phone in the bedside table using her hand. She didn’t bother looking to see who’s on the other side of the line.
“Hmm?” She hummed when she swiped the screen of her mobile.
“Isle Henderson! Are you still as
