Izabella was concerned about her surroundings. She was still thinking about the interplanetary couple's reunion.
She would sigh once more and pause to gaze out the window. Despite her worn-out body and mind, the wave of lethargy was too much as the night grew darker.
She understood how much she genuinely loved the alien who became her husband in those instants. But he was departing just as she was sure of her love for him. When he returned to space with his royal wife, he would vanish, and she would never see him again. And she let out another deep sigh off the air because of her tight chest.
The room is silent as I sit on the edge of my bed, fussing with my hair in anger. I'm now at a loss for what to do. Should I take a shower or sit on the floor to cool off? Or shall I yell and wail
