Isabella's Point of View:
I was making coffee when I heard Achilles enter the house. Turning around, I took the cup and walked up to him. He looked really tired, so I offered it to him.
"No, uh…" He looked at me, his eyes containing atleast a couple of emotions I hadn't seen in a little while. "I need to tell you something."
"What's up?" I asked worried as I gestured to him to sit down at the couch, and took a seat myself.
He exhaled after taking a moment. "Josephine found something."
"What?" I asked, confused and curious.
He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over to me. I opened it and my eyes hovered over the written letters. As soon as I completed reading it, my breath became shaky from his memories.
"Achilles…" I whispered and looked up.
He took it back and kept it in his back pocket. "He wants us to move on so that's what we'll do."
"Achilles, you—uh, you can't… deal with this like this."
