Isabelle's Point of View:
I wrapped my arms around his body, finally feeling safe and glad he was back. Feeling his body against mine after so long felt so heavenly, and it took me by utmost joy—almost forgetting the things between us.
As moments passed and he didn't hug me back, I started to feel weird and stepped back. I looked at him.
"Achilles," I whispered. His eyes were emotionless, as if he really didn't feel anything at all seeing me after three weeks. He didn't even flinch, or smile, or… just do anything, really. He stood there like a robot staring back at me.
After ignoring me, he walked past me. I stood with my heart beating in my ears. I couldn't believe he still hated me. It was hurting like hell to see him ignore my existence like that. I had made greater mistakes, I've done worse things… Why did he hate me so much for this one particular thing?
