Isabella was fringed by the unexpected faint knocking on the door. She was only battling her thoughts over the decisions she had ever made. Will there come a time when she can truly let go?
Because honestly, she didn't appear to be getting over anything–not even a speck of Nicholas' recollections lingering inside her head.
She despised how hard she fought to throw everything off and leave them behind, but they followed her, torturing her every second.
Softly grunting from her body's heaviness, Isabella slipped her legs out of the blanket. She took a deeper breath and sighed, momentarily flipping her mood. ‘This won’t do. Anytime soon, I have to force myself to forget. That’s the best I can do too,”
Once her weak hands grasped the door’s handle, the corner of her lips slowly raised in
