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"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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