*Isabel's POV...*
I found myself fluttering my eyes open, trying to inhale air in my lungs, finding it very hard to breathe.
When I looked around, I found the room I was in to be foreign and new. I looked around, intended and confused.
The door then swung open and I gasped a little.
I couldn't focus and see clearly when I looked at the figure that was entering the room. When the figure went closer to I had my repulse to back away, terrified and clueless.
"Honey, honey, it's alright. It's me." I heard the figure'a sweet soft voice say then as I took my breath, my sight cleared upon realizing who the owner of the voice is.
With a clearer sight I have ascertained who the person was. My mom. She caressed my cheeks gingerly, worry within her touch.
The pain I felt in my head was excruciating, and adding the feeling of hyperventilation. It sucks actually.
"What happened?" Was the first thing that crossed my mind and what my throat voiced.
"Somebody found you outside a church, passed out..." She told me quietly and then the church played back in my mind. I was baffled.
Why was I there?
I then had myself clutching the sides of my head, trying to stop my loud sobbing as everything is starting to flashback in my head.
He and I walking to Saint Mont Michel.
Him talking to me.
Then he started to cry.
I tried to wipe his tears away.
Countless..
But then he ceased me.
By embracing me.
No matter how much I struggled,
He never unhanded me.
He was whispering things to me.
He kissed me..
He let go of me...
Then...
T-then..
He left me...
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Waking up from my slumber, not being aware of myself sleeping suddenly again, I slowly sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
I looked around and found a clock on the wall, reading 8:00 am. Wait? How?
If I remember it correctly the last time I awoke was still friday? Is it sunday already? Just assuming though...
Confusion is written on my face as I looked around for anybody to ask until the door swung open and a guy with brunet hair and magenta orbs entered.
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