Chapter Sixty-Nine.

You know what’s fucking ironic—the saying that is feeling when your whole world crushes to the ground beneath your feet. Because you don’t feel anything when that happens, it’s just numbness and this sharp piecing pain that goes through your ears that for some reason can’t stop.

It’s ironic, because you just stare, watch your whole world set ablaze and you’re miserable, only because you can’t do anything to stop it—you can barely even feel anything until the outer-worldly emotions suffix and everything is overwhelming them. You would then take a step back and wonder how exactly did everything get to this point.

You may not be able to relate to this, hopefully you will never but in that moment, Isabella was faced the crumbles of her entire life. Because she pushed open the door and was met with her aunt lying across the ground. Without a single waiting thought, she plunged herself to her knees and held Majorie in her hands. Her eyes were closed and her body was as cold as ice with her