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ISABELLE'S POV

"Chris," I called in a whisper falling to the bed. I grabbed my hair pulling the towel I wrapped around my head undone in frustration and confusion.

I have to ask for his forgiveness. I have to. Clothe. Dress. Shit.

I ran to the closet and pulled it open. I ran my hands across the fabrics pulling out any random thing I felt was good in my hand.

Soon, tears clouded my eyes. I took a deep breath and the tears cleared up. I picked up the cloth and saw it was a yellow round neck t-shirt and a blue skirt.

I shrugged and pulled it on tearing off the label. It was my first time wearing this kind of clothes. I would rather wear it with a trouser or leggings.

I slipped on the slippers at the door realizing Chris's own weren't there anymore. Oh good, he couldn't be that far.

Where can he go? Where? Where? Ah, he might be at the tent.

I walked down the stairs missing one in the process. I fell on my butt but I paid it no mind as I stood and continued walking. My leg was ach