Illusion

Isobel POV

Rolling out of the bed, I snatch my glasses from the bedside table and thrust them onto my face.

The room came into a blurry view and I let out a dejected sigh.

"Stop crying, Bel." I reprimand myself as I wipe my tears under my glasses.

I don't know why I can't stop crying, but knowing that Katrina gives up on me, on us, make my heart bleed so much.

"We're going to be fine."

My subconscious mind whispers, but I don't believe that.

We've never been okay without people's help, and that's what's happening now.

Letting out another sigh, I walk down to the table to pour myself a cup of water which I down in a go.

If I can go back in time, I'll go back to that day we had that conversation with Katrina.

Then, I would have listened to everything she's got to say.

I won't let my emotions get in the way and push her away.

Pouring myself another water, I drink half and drop the rest on the table before I slump back onto the chair.

This is the moment I need to be strong, to be brave, a