Untouchable

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Isabelle leaned back against the wall, still clutching her phone. As the video played out, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of curiosity and disbelief. Sharky had just proclaimed to the world that she was the love of his life. Even though it was likely just some silly joke for views, there was something genuine in his tone, a spark in his eyes that felt more real than what she usually saw in the entertainment industry.

She glanced at the comment section—thousands of fans had already chimed in, tagging her, pleading with her to respond. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of all those eyes on her, but for once, she didn't feel pressured. Instead, she felt a tiny, thrilling sense of control.

Impulsively, she opened her Twitter app and typed a quick response:

"Careful what you wish for, Mr. Sharky. Words have a funny way of becoming real. 😉"

But after staring at the message for minutes on end, she decided against it and quickly held the backspace button down. Pressing her thumb against the cold screen. 

Suddenly, she heard shuffling and pacing in the room she miserably walked out of. 

Taking it as her cue to leave, Isabelle swiftly got up and jogged to her car.

In the process, she remembered all of the times Pinto would walk her to her car because he "Needs the steps," but deep down, they both knew that he prioritized her safety above all else.

She stood in front of her car, sighing and grabbing her keys. She clicked the keychain in her hand. A few flashing lights and a loud click from the car were heard, signaling that her car had been unlocked. 

Pulling the door handle, she sat in her car, and in the corner of her eye, she saw something pink. Confused, she turned her head to see her bikini. Without a second thought, she started her car and drove to her favorite place: the beach. 

Isabelle never had a boyfriend. She had people falling to their knees, begging for a simple notice of the eye, but she always held her head high. The attention felt like a warm blanket, but it never quite reached her heart. Perhaps that is why she had always remained elusive, a sparkling gem encased in a glass box. She could see the longing in others' eyes but had yet to find someone who could match her own depth of feeling.

Isabelle had this rare ability to fill your heart with a rush of warmth just by speaking, her words weaving a gentle spell that left you feeling forever charmed. She was beloved by everyone who crossed her path, known as one of those rare souls whose kindness and purity seemed almost otherworldly.

Yet when it came to love, Isabelle often found herself lost in its depths, unable to tell if she was in love or simply filled with love itself. Lately, she'd found herself drawn to the beach more than ever. 

She loved the feeling of the salty breeze tugging playfully at her hair, teasing strands away from her face. She loved the sound of the distant laughter of children, the rhythmic crashing of waves, and the gentle rustle of palm trees swaying in the wind. 

With every step towards the shore, she felt her worries fade, washed away by the whispering sea. The moment her toes sank into the cool, velvety sand and the warm, salty waves caressed her skin, a quiet peace settled over her.

For her, the ocean was an eternal companion, its steady pulse as old as time. It had always been there, cradling the Earth and sustaining life with its timeless embrace.