After she got to her room, Owen held her close, realizing how bad she was crying.
"I-I'm...done saying goodbye. Let's go," Isabella said between sobs.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded, tears still coming. There was no way to stop them.
"Take everything you want to take," said Owen.
She stepped away from his hold, looking around her room for anything that she should take, then realizing that she was already wearing what she needed. Her locket. With the picture of her and her family.
She walked back to him, drying her tears, ready to face what would come in her future. She had to be strong.
"Let's go, Owen."
"You aren't taking anything?"
She shook her head. He pulled out a really tiny object, something that looked like a clock.
"Okay, before we do this, I need you to realize something. I don't want to say it, but I'm afraid it's the truth...the second you step away from this world, you will not be able to see them again. And they will immediately forget you."
Tears rushed down her cheeks, and it seemed like they would never stop. No. She had to fight this. She nodded with as much effort she could put it, and he said, "Concentrate as hard as you can. Imagine that there is a sphere surrounding us."
He held out his hand, and she took it.
" The ride is going to involve several twists and turns. And when I tap your hand, open your eyes."
They both focused for a few seconds with their eyes closed, until Isabella felt Owen tap her hand. She opened her eyes to see a giant clock that looked intangible, made out of fog. It looked almost blue, embroidered on the edges with what looked like imaginary jewels.
"Dalemark, Wandermere," he said, interrupting her view, just as the clock struck twelve. And at that moment, it shrunk and something seemed to whisk them away. That's when Isabella remembered that she was never going to come back to the place she called "home". She would never see her mom or dad again. Wouldn't hear their voices again. Wouldn't hold their hands again. But she had one thing that held her together. Trust. And that's all it took for her to believe in Owen and let him take her wherever they were going. Her future had officially begun.
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