She didn't make it to him. She was too late. He had left her here, all alone in this cold, wounded on the bare floor, crying out her eyes. She had been planning to come see him that afternoon, but plans changed and now he's gone. She's managed to tell him how she felt without holding anything back because she had been scared, scared she wouldn't see him again for a long time. He had been planning to just dissapear like that, for no reason.
And now he has.
Isabella didn't scream anymore. She just sat down there staring up at the plane moving further and further away from her, while the uncontrollable tears ran down her cheeks.
" What are we? " She croaked out, then she hiccuped.
Then, she heard his voice. That Cold deep voice of his drifted through her head, and it felt as if he was
