Detached

Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)

I sat in the living room alone as I ate my dinner. It was only seven o’clock, but I had every intention of forcing myself to get to bed early again. I could not get Isla out of my mind. I missed her presence so much. I knew she was avoiding me because she would not even come downstairs for food. Sometimes when I pass by her bedroom door, I would hear her giggling. I would just stand outside her door and listen to her be happy without me while I let the jealousy eat me from the inside.

I felt jealous and envious because I was not the one making her laugh. All I do is cause her pain and make her sad.

I allowed the show I was watching on the television to become background noise as I sat in silence and pondered on my actions and the pain I have caused upon Isa. I thought about all of the things I could potentially do to make her happy with me again. I started by watching the movies she told me to watch. I have never