Isabelle's Point of View:
I was on the ground, barely able to breathe. I didn't know that hurting him would hurt me so much, I was out of my mind. My heart was shattering with every passing second thinking of the pain I had caused, my tears falling relentlessly.
Mr. Roman wouldn't have asked me to do this without making sure it could be supported by proof. I was sure he did something for that too. Achilles was going to hate me all over again. This time it was going to be even worse. And I… I wouldn't be able to tell him how much I actually love him and would die for him, and would have to just stand there to take it.
God, I had never felt this low in my entire life.
It took him three hours—three hours before he knocked at my door again. My eyes were puffy from crying all that time, but I managed to wipe them off and look okay. I took a deep breath to appear as if I wasn't just having the worst break down of my life.
