…Isabella POV…
They say that sometimes you have to love someone from a distance, give them space, and get their heads straight before coming back into your life. It has been three days now; every part of my being was hoping that I would have heard from Clayton by now, but nothing. Not a call, not even an angry message, nothing at all.
I sat here in silence and watched him as he packed all his things in two suitcases. Not even hours later, he was out the door. One thing that he did not take along with him was my heart. He had, with one final resolve, detached himself from it.
Today we are to meet up for a briefing before we ship out. This means that I shall be forced to see him today. Much to my disappointment, and I am sure Clayton's too, Harrison could not get me a transfer. I shall be stationed with Clayton's platoon for the next six months.
