I made my way back to town before anyone became suspicious. My mom was likely wondering where I had run off to. I wondered if she was still there or if she was okay. Isabella is such a beautiful name. I knew I had spoken the words right. Why did I still feel this attachment towards her? I found my way back to my mother's office, where I noticed the car she had arrived in was still there. The engine was on, presumably, they were leaving soon. I tried to convince myself to stay where I was, but another part of me had other ideas.
A form of aggression began to manifest within my cavities, everything told me to find her. I threw myself at the door, forgetting how strong I was.
“Alejandro, what do you think you're doing!” I heard my mom call out, but for the most part, I ignored her. Only a
