The Office Between Us
He hadn't known what he wanted to say, only that he couldn't let her just disappear.
The elevator chimed, a small, crystalline sound that felt like a bell tolling for him. The doors slid open, revealing her. Isabelle Dela Cruz, the woman who had brought color and life back into his monochrome world, stood there, a small, plain tote bag clutched in her hands. Her face was pale, her eyes were shadowed, but her resolve was a steel-hard line in the set of her jaw. She wore a simple dress, not a piece of the designer clothing he had gifted her. This was Isabelle, stripped bare of all the trappings of his world, ready to walk away.