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“Oh, hi,” Isabelle offers the stranger a bright smile. “You’re new to the area aren’t you? I’ve never seen you around before and most people never really come here anymore so… yeah. Hi. Welcome to town,” she nodded, awkwardly.
“Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is about?”
"You can't ever expect me to forgive you." Isabelle paused and swallowed, before adding: "You've made mistakes one too many times." Her voice was shaky as she tried her best not to cry. No matter how hurt she was, she refused to let them see her cry. Certainly not in public. She couldn't be weak. She had to stay strong. "At this point it doesn't feel like they were mistakes. It's happened too many times for that."
"You can't ever expect me to forgive you." Isabelle paused and swallowed, before adding: "You've made mistakes one too many times." Her voice was shaky as she tried her best not to cry. No matter how hurt she was, she refused to let them see her cry. Certainly not in public. She couldn't be weak. She had to stay strong. "At this point it doesn't feel like they were mistakes. It's happened too many times for that."
“Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is about?” The tension in the room was palpable. But Isabelle couldn't quite understand why. It had come on very suddenly and now felt impossible to break. Her gaze alternated between between the two others in the room. The creators of the tension. Though, her physical proximity to and hand on the shoulder of one of them didn't help.
“Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is about?” The tension in the room was palpable. But Isabelle couldn't quite understand why. It had come on very suddenly and now felt impossible to break. Her gaze alternated between between the two others in the room. The creators of the tension. Though, her physical proximity to and hand on the shoulder of one of them didn't help.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this." Isabelle laughs, her lips hovering over the other's. Perhaps it wasn't like her to be doing this, perhaps it wasn't like either of them. But here they were. Lips hovering over each other's dangerously close to kissing for the second time that night. Something sober Isabelle would never have imagined would happen.
connection: friend or stranger
“Go, you dag!” Isabelle urged her friend with a gesture of her hand, before playing it off and smiling at a stranger that was watching her. The Australian had been encouraging her friend to talk to their crush for what seemed to her like an age. And now she was finally getting the two of them to have some alone time together. Something they needed desperately as far she was concerned.
