𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

bored.

CTTO: mxssromanoff

prompt; you finally found the energy to break things off with isabela

pairing/s; isabela x fem!reader

warning/s; angst

wordcount; 534

"We need to talk," you said as you finally caught your girlfriend alone in front of her room.

"Can it wait? Abuela is waiting for me."

"Isabela—"

"Y/N, amor, I promise I'll make time for you later," she said with an annoyed sigh as she continued to walk downstairs. "You know how abuela—"

"Let's break up."

The words you've been wanting to say for a long time finally spilled out of you. You thought it would be difficult but it came far easier than saying empty I love you's.

Isabela turned to look at you, eyes wide.

"A-Amor?"

"Let's break up," you repeated, your voice monotonous as you regarded Isabela with an empty gaze.

"You're...you're joking," she said, straining a smile.

"I'm serious, Isa," you sighed. "We're not working anymore."

Sometimes, you weren't even sure if you were still in love with her or if it was only the memories you shared together that you were attached to.

Now you knew which one it was.

You did everything for her. You forced yourself to change for her. And for what? Just so her abuela's view of her wouldn't waver because she's "friends" with you.

You loved her so much that you started loving yourself less and in turn, you've grown number until you came upon the slow realization that nothing between you was real anymore.

This wasn't the Isabela you grew in love with. The Isabela you loved was buried deep in the past, long forgotten along with the girl you once were.

"I'm not happy," you answered simply.

"But I thought you were happy," she said.

"I was happy for you," you said. "I pretended for you."

"Then tell me what's not making you happy," she said, holding your hands in desperation. "We'll...We'll work through that. Just please, Y/N..."

Her lips started to tremble as tears welled up in her eyes. You looked away.

"It's over."

"We could still make this work," she said through a shaky voice. "Just tell me what's wrong so we could fix this!"

Some part of you felt guilty and told you to work things through with Isabela, but you knew that was impossible. Not when she still played the role of the perfect child.

Though, even if it was possible, you no longer had the same feelings you had for her. There was nothing more than emptiness now.

You shook your head.

You just felt tired of everything, and it must have been visible on your face because Isabela's grip on you slackened.

"Y/N, please—"

"Isabela?"

Almost immediately, Isabela let go of you as both of you turned to look at her abuela.

"What are you still doing here? Señora Guzmán and Mariano are waiting for you downstairs," the eldest Madrigal said, looking at her disapprovingly.

"I-I'm sorry, abuela. Y/N here was just—"

"I was just leaving," you said, offering a polite smile to señora Alma. You could feel Isabela's eyes boring through you. "I'll see you around, señora."

"Y/N—"

"Goodbye, Isabela."

Isabela looked at you, her eyes glassy as she silently begged you to stay.

"Isabela," her abuela called out.

Isabela closed her eyes as she took a deep, shaky breath before opening them again and nodded her head. "Goodbye, Y/N."

And without another word, you finally left.