Mag-log inISABELLASomehow it's always me doing what's in my head. I get that now. Because even with Chloe insisting on my going to fix... Noah, I still didn't go. He left the house angry and now, Chloe is gone as well and the apartment feels... so empty and quiet. It's not the peaceful quiet. It's not even the quietness that's calm.It's just that quiet in a way that makes everything that I said earlier echo back at me. It sucks.I've been staring at the door for what? Five minutes? I've not been counting. I let out a long breath, dragging my hands over my face."Fix your man," I mutter under my breath.Easy for her to say. Still... she wasn't wrong. Ugh. I push myself off the couch and glance around the apartment likem I'm seeing something differently now... it's almost like I'm trying to look at it from Noah's side. Our space. Not just mine."Okay," I say out loud, clapping my hands once. "Fine. I'll... fix it."I don't exactly what she meant but I'm not texting, neither am I calling. I kno
ISABELLA“So, you argued with Noah over something that petty?” Chloe asks, her mouth full with a large bowl of popcorn she has just made.I glare at her from across the couch. “Wow. Thank you. I feel so supported right now.”She shrugs, completely unbothered, popping another handful into her mouth. “I’m just saying… it sounds petty.”“It is not petty,” I insist, sitting up straighter. “He was acting like I needed permission to invite you over.”Chloe raises a brow. “Did he say permission?”“He said consideration,” I mimic, rolling my eyes. “Same difference.”“It’s really not,” she says, chewing thoughtfully.I scoff. “Whose side are you on?”“Yours,” she replies immediately. “Always yours. But I’m also not blind.”I fold my arms, already annoyed again. “Oh, here we go.”“No, listen.” She points a piece of popcorn at me like she’s about to give a lecture. “You live with the guy. You share a space. You inviting someone to stay... even me, your amazing, glowing, pregnant best friend... k
ISABELLAThis is upsetting. It's genuinely upsetting when Noah acts like this. When he starts this... authoritative stuff and tries to go all macho on me. “Noah, I genuinely don’t understand why you’re upset.” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him pace the floor.He stops abruptly, turning to me. “Because you didn’t think to tell me first.”Not this again. There's no big deal. At least that's what I think. “Tell you what?” I throw my hands up. “That I invited my best friend over? Wow, Isabella, what a crime.”“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.”“Then what are you saying? Because from where I’m standing, you’re acting like I just did something completely out of line.”Noah exhales. “Chloe just got married, Isabella. She’s literally on her honeymoon.”“And?” I blink at him. “She’ll be back. I didn’t drag her out of it. I said after.”“She should be with her husband,” he insists.I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God. She is with he
ISABELLAI tilt my head, studying him, a slow smirk creeping onto my lips. “Watch me.”Chase lets out a low whistle. “Damn. Someone grew a backbone.”“I’ve always had one,” I shoot back. “You just weren’t around to see it.”That lands. I see it in the way his expression shifts... just for a second.“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Guess I missed a lot.”I clear my throat, suddenly aware of how close we’re standing. “So… dinner. Are you in or are you going to keep acting like I need permission from Noah? Someone would think you're scared."He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m in. Obviously. Free food is free food.”“You’re paying,” I remind him.“Right. Worst deal ever.”Before I can respond, my phone vibrates in my hand. Right. Noah. Of course. I almost forgot. Chase’s eyes flick down to the screen, then back up to me, one brow raised. “Speak of the devil.”I roll my eyes, but my stomach does this annoying flip. “Relax.”“Am I?” he says lightly. “Or are you?”I ignore that and answer the
ISABELLA "Relax, it's just me." My heart is pounding hard as I hear the familiar voice and the face appears in front of me. I squint my eyes at Chase who's laughing, his two palms placed on his both knees to emphasize how funny he thinks this is."What the hell was that for?" I narrow my eyes at him.He's still laughing. "I just thought it would be good to scare you. You know? It's been... a while." He shakes his head, his laughter finally dying down."You thought that was funny?" "Come on, I know it was." He tells me."Chase stop. I almost had a panic attack. You don't just go around scaring people." "I'm sorry. It was...""Not funny." I counter."Jeez. Can't you take a joke? What's up with the uptightness?""Nothing. You could have just come to me and said hello like every normal human being but no. You had to go and make me annoyed. Noah's almost here so..." My voice trails off."I'm sorry, okay? I saw you enter the hospital and I wanted to come say hi." He tries to explain."Y
ISABELLA "Your mother would be so proud of you." Dad tells me as we're walking side by side, almost at Greta's hospital room door. He thinks? I never knew the woman. It's been Greta. It has always been Greta. If he had not said those words, I wouldn't be thinking about them. Because in my head, I'm going to see my mom. I could even call it a muscle memory."I'm just doing it because Noah wants me to." I mutter."It doesn't matter why you're doing it. What matters is the fact that you are willing to go see her."I glance down at the batch of cookies I made this morning. "Do you think she'll want to eat cookies?" I ask. "She will if she knows you made them." He stops at the hospital door and pushes it open. Greta is still so still and silent. She's asleep. I gently drop the cookies and stand upright to take her all in. It's a good thing she looks good. Her skin is better than the last time I saw her. In fact, Greta looks healthier than the last time I saw her. "She looks happy." I
ISABELLAIt's morning, but it doesn't feel like it.My eyes are heavy... super heavy, like they've been forced open all night against their will. My eyelids are the worst. They feel like lead weights, glued shut by a night of relentless tossing and turning. I mean, I feel like I should go back to b
ISABELLABy the time I get home, I'm feeling stupid and annoyed that Antonia's voice is still in my head. I'm annoyed because I can't seem to focus on any other thing. Everytime I try to focus on the logistics of moving with Noah, her voice would just look in.Return the favour. Ask him what he li
ISABELLASo all it takes for your good mood to be ruined is a knock from your fiance, his face isn't giving the happiness you'd have expected. He looks gloomy and his both hands are tucked into his pockets."Babe?" I call, before I end my call with Chloe and drop my phone on the bed. "Who was that
ISABELLAI don’t even remember leaving the restaurant.Everything after that is just… noise. Laughter. Strangers smiling at me like they know me. Someone saying congratulations for the hundredth time. Noah’s hand wrapped tightly around mine like he’s afraid I might disappear.Now I’m in our room wh







