.Isabella's POV It all started with that one word.That word you never want to hear.The word that could end it all.Saying goodbye is not easy at all.I still do have those dreams that will always hunt me,waking me up at night and pull me to that desk with my wrinkled,blank folder page and my filled tip inked pen.I'd always end up with another collection to add to my stack of letters and a pile of crumpled paper.I would write every night because it scares me everyday and in my dreams.The images of firing guns and explosions knowing that he is in that mess.The tall,strong men all dressed in their military uniforms coming to the door with no emotion in their eyes and aserious expression on their cold,hard faces.It can happen any day.Just thinking of it made me loose hope everytime.I,d never send those letters because i was afraid,afraid that he wouldn't write back,worried that he wouldn't get it and a million other reasons.I remembered that day we met (FLASHBACK) : It was raining and i was walking home it had no where to shelter but but i came up to an old shed with discarded car parts and tools.I decided to stay there until the rain stops.I saw a boy around my age coming through the wooden door.Right away i noticed he was in my english class the one who would always sit at the back.He'd always look at me in the crowded hallways.'You must be cold 'he said.I didn't answer but looked at him.'Hey why don't you come inside and i'll get you some hot chocolate,if you'd like.'he looked at me with nervousness and hope in his eyes.I still didn't answer.'Come on follow me'he encouraged me.I hesitated at first but quietly followed him.I slowly walked down the dimly lit hallway.I saw a lot of paintings but one stood out.It was a picture of a girl,with her long black hair flowing in the wind.She stood at the end of a cliff with her arms out but her back was the only thing to see.Her dress blowing.I stopped and looked at it.'I see you like that painting.'I was startled as i heard his voice.As i turned aroundhe had a smirk plastered on his face.'Um..........y-yea' i stuttered.We both entered his living room 'Who's the girl in the painting?'I asked quietly as he stood looking at me.'Uh.........uh...um....just a girl that i think is......beautiful'he reluctantly replied.I felt pang of jealously.We went into the kitchen and as he poured out the hot chocolate into the cups i took the time to admire him.He was kinda cute with his brown hair,pink lips and those eyes were the most beautiful eyes.His green orbs couldn't compare to my dull hazle eyes.His skin was lightly taned and for a twelve year old boy he seemed pretty tall.'Here you go enjoy.'he said snapping me out of my daze.'Thanks' i replied and gulped it down with one sip.I heard him chuckle and mumble something about getting more.As soon as he took my glass we heard a huge crash and then someone came through the door.'There you are asshole!' yelled a tall,lean man who had a bottle of wiskey in his hand.'And who the fuck is this slut?!' he questioned enraged looking at me with his red,cold eyes.'I.....I h-have to go' I said as the man came closer to me.I grabed my bag off the floor and quickly walked out the door without looking at the boy.I ran all the way home ,to my room not even bothering to answer my mom as i passed her
