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Isabella Landon isn't the easiest person. With a heavily weighted baggage of past mistakes, decisions worth a river of tears. She still manages to create a decent life around herself. Supporting friends, high paying job and mind free of...
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"Are you coming back?"
Olivia looked through the window glistening with raindrops, passing cars oozing outside and lamppost of the parking lot casting the yellowish glow inside. She sniffled, brushing a frozen finger against the leathery wheel.
She let out a heavy sight. "I don't know, Harry. I would love to, but I'm not... I don't think I am ready to face her."
"I understand..." he trailed off, voice cracking in another side of the line. His voice was strained when he decided to pick off. "It's just. She's worse than ever."
I don't want to hear about this... that's all Olivia wanted to scream. For the past couple of weeks, ever since she left Isabella's apartment with a cold hand enveloping her heart, she felt like dying. The torment of life.
Saying "I'll move on" is quite easy. You just say it without actually meaning it. But when the stake is your heart, sanity and yourself, you start realising how powerful those words are.
But she bit back the snarky comment, closing eyes with a painful twitch in the chest. "What happened?"
"I don't know fully. She won't tell me... or speak with me at all."
"But you have an idea?"
"Of course, I do. It's Bella, she's most secretive I-wear-my-feelings-on-my-sleeve person," he chuckles humourlessly. "Remember the Cassie girl?"
Olivia hummed, eyes involuntary falling on the building in front of her.
Harry's voice melted in the bitterness. "Well, apparently they were on the date. Long story short, something happened between them and now she's back in old ways."
Olivia grimaced. "You mean sleeping around?"
"She's been out for past the week. Ever since she came back. Work, drinking and staying out late. I dunno if she's sleeping around, but you know how she is. We shouldn't be surprised."
"She's trying to drink her feelings away," Olivia concluded.
You don't need to be smart to know Isabella's way to forget certain feelings. After all, Olivia was the one to show perks of sleeping around.
Harry grew desperate with seconds. He actually sounded scared. "It's bad, Liv. It really is... I'm worried about her. She's losing herself.
"I know," Olivia breathed in, stopping herself from asking any more question. "I've been there before, Harry. But I can't do anything... I won't hurt myself just because she's hurt. I made a promise to myself."
There was a pause between the two of them. Cars zooming in and out, raindrops dancing against roof, concrete and people chatter dying down as they rushed home.
"I understand," he chided again, a heavy pause playing on the tip of his tongue. "But please, Liv, one last time? I'm begging you."
I can't. She tried insisting herself. I come first. She tried repeating. It was a new mantra Olivia been practising. Isabella has been clouding her senses for too long, she needs to let go of that girl. Or else...
