AT THE SAME TIME
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
I couldn’t stop the jealousy from eating away at me. Even after Isabella had tried to reassure me, the name 'Zavier' kept replaying in my head. I tossed and turned that night, unable to let go of the idea that some boy from her past had made such an impression on her. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her wistful smile as she talked about him, and it made my chest tighten. She had never looked at me that way when talking about anyone else. Eventually, I gave up on trying to sleep and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faint moonlight streaming through the window. Isabella stirred beside me, murmuring something incoherent in her sleep. I glanced at her, my heart aching, but the jealousy wouldn’t let me relax.
IN A MORNING
ISABELLA'S POI
