"If you don't swim, you'll drown.
Please just survive, honey."
I had ask her plenty of times if she wanted to go somewhere. Even though it had been three days, but I just kept insisting.
She always said no.
Instead, I asked her what she was reading.
"Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe." She whispered. I looked at the cover, and there it was printed in small cursive fancy looking letters. I had never read anything I have liked before, never have left the world behind and went inside a book.
"Ah," She mumbled, maybe she didn't meant for me to hear it, but I noticed.
"What's wrong," She had dropped the book and her hands were over her face. She was crying, and she tried wiping the tears away. "You can tell me anything, Isabelle."
"The book. . ." She mumbled.
Her eyes were all wet and her make up was scrubbed off and under her eyes. It was upsetting, such a delicate flower she is, so sensative as if she might twirl and leap or fall and break.
"It's fine, don't tell me, maybe, I can make you feel better."
She looked at me with the most sweet eyes.
"Do you want to go eat?" I asked.
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Letters to Isabelle
Teen FictionSecond book to "Letters to Ana" Chris' P.O.V Chris' side of the story before he met Isabelle, while he was with her and last few letters to her. If you have not read the first book, then definitely go ahead and do that first, if not then that's fin...
