ISOBEL
I thought I was tired enough to fall asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, but I didn't and no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn't stop thinking about Mason.
Why did he tell me to go back alone? What was the duty that he couldn't handle with me?
I told myself that it didn't matter and that it was probably because of the blonde lady. And yet, I couldn't push off the feeling that there was something else. Everything felt off, but why should I care?
I squeezed my eyes shut, and forced myself to ignore him as he had already made it clear that I meant nothing to him. He had every right to do whatever he wanted, just like I did. I should be happy to be back, and away from him and his coldness.
Sleep refused to come, and after what felt like hours of restlessly turning in bed, I gave up and stared at the ceiling. I was tired, but my mind was restless, and no matter how many times I told myself to stop thinking about him, I knew I wouldn't be able to.
