THE Truth Behind Carla's Disappearance

ON HIS WAY

  The air begun to drool after Isaac started his journey from where he came, with Sara mumbling incoherent words the driving really got hard,Nicole didn't help either, rather making it more worse telling him how he goofed by thinking she would really wait for him, and on.

"Shut it dimwit" Sara then yell, "you know nothing about Carla, and still you are the one with a long tongue backbiting her"

"I don't want to know her duh" Nicole replied, "I already got a clear view of who she is"

"Oh is it so?!" Carla crossed her arms, glaring at Nicole, "start talking then"

"She's just a selfish dipshit who couldn't even stand for her words-"

Issac then didn't want to hear, for what would he anyway? To listen how selfish and wicked his girl- ex-girlfriend is?! He already knew that, he even knew that she folded her promise. But everyone have that penchant for a person and so was forced to pass through the mistakes he or her done.

The house she lived at for a year all alone was now empty, eating her. It was like a dark whole, she just couldn't seat on the couch without thinking that he once sat here, next to his girlfriend, and the kitchen, she saw them kissing here, by the counter. Everything was just turning against her, it was wallowing her deep inside the belly of the dark.

Her tears that continues to flow on the bridge of her nose, somehow tickling her, didn't bother her, it didn't help on distracting herself from her imaging his arms around someone else, and oh how the thought hurt.

Maybe,maybe in another world,they would work, no obstacles,no Nicole and no people to judge her, maybe in another life, they would live their happily ever after, if there is such thing that is.

The couch she loved jumping on was now hard as rock to even seat comfortably. This same couch Carla once thought that she and Issac would seat at watching some horror movie, the same couch that they never even get chance to seat at together for a plenty of seconds without feeling awkward, and also the same couch he slept on.

She hated her house suddenly, everything was telling her stories of him, calling his name and spreading his scent. She just hated the little yet so homely big building of hers, she thought of it as a future to them. But now there was no them, it was only her,and it'll always be only her.

What if she didn't want to be alone? What if she wanted to forget everything and live as he never come here and she still was waiting for him? What if she needed him back?! Would she get him back? Would he come? Or...or would she live learning to slowly forget him?

There was no home, no safe place, no euphoria without him, it was all sterile,pointless. He is not to take the lead when she loses control, and he has someone else to hold hik down whenever he feels out of space.

Time will heal her, right?? Won't it?!

Was she thinking so much to the point she didn't hear her door opening? Was she really in deep thought that she didn't feel someone entering her house and standing in front of her until she saw a pair of black shoe's?

"Mind sharing?!" She heard a voice.
_________To be continued________
So sorry for the late update. I hope u enjoyed enough to forgive me. And I know this is short, I am so tired.

We r left with almost 3 chapter to end Carla's and Isaac's story for ever. 😩😩

Much love