Isabelle's Point of View:
"It's gonna take a long fucking time and a lot of fucking things before I even love you ever again." He said, looking in my eyes before leaving me alone in the room. His words hit my heart like a dagger. My breath was hitched up as tears swelled up in my eyes.
He didn't love me anymore? How was it even possible? How could he stop loving me?
I slowly tripped down on the bed, my mind lost elsewhere. I replayed the conversation over and over again in my head, guilt making my heart heavy. The hurt in his eyes when he said that I broke his heart, it was tearing me apart—ripping my soul piece by piece. One mistake, and everything was lost. I could see it in his eyes, I had lost him.
I sobbed as the reality hit me with each passing second. He didn't even wanna talk to me anymore, let alone love me. I just wanted this all to be a bad dream, but it was of no use. I succumbed to the pain as I closed my eyes and laid down on the bed, crying myself to sleep.
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