They loved him too, they mentioned it to him and smiled miserably. Suddenly, he started to breathe fastly and felt so uncomfortable in his midsection. This salty liquid began to fill his mouth and to avoid Isabella from noticing it, he swallowed and look away.
"I'm just twenty-four, Luke," she told him.
Luke nodded his head and swallowed that liquid again. He couldn't breathe and didn't want Isabella to see his weak side.
"I never mentioned my parents," Isabella was willing to share her personal details with him.
"No, just...go and cook something for yourself, it's getting late," Luke stood up to locate his bedroom.
"Are you drinking?" She asked.
"I'm not, Isabella!" He restrained himself from yelling at her and soon he found his way to his room only to lock himself in and bounce on the bed.
Isabella listened to him and went to heat the food he didn't eat in the morning. She was going to have that with her sister.
