As Isabella laid in Azazel's embrace, a sense of vulnerability and honesty welled up within her. She turned to him, her eyes filled with affection, and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. "Azazel," she called softly, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions.
Azazel smiled at her, reciprocating her affection with a gentle peck. The warmth of their connection enveloped them, creating a moment of intimacy that seemed unbreakable.
And then, Isabella gathered her courage and confessed, "I think... I am in love with you."
The air seemed to shift around them as Azazel's expression changed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. Without a word, he gently detached himself from Isabella's embrace, his movements hinting at a turmoil within.
Reaching out for his clothes and beginning to put them on, Azazel appeared distant, lost in his own thoughts. Sensing the sudden shift in his demeanor, Isabella's heart began to race with worry. She reached out to stop him, her voice filled with concern. "What is it, Azazel? Please, talk to me."
Azazel's eyes blazed with an intensity she had never witnessed before, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Isabella recognized the fire in his gaze and instinctively moved back, understanding that his emotions had taken a dangerous turn.
In a thunderous voice, Azazel's words reverberated through the room, shattering the fragile bubble of love and hope that had enveloped them. "I don't love, and I will never love you. I can't be bound by useless emotions that make mortals weak. Don't think for a second that I would give up my immortality just to be with you."
Isabella was stunned, her heart breaking with each word that escaped Azazel's lips. The tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks as she struggled to comprehend the sudden transformation in the man she thought she knew.
Azazel swiftly dashed out of the room, leaving behind a shattered dream and a devastated Isabella. She crumbled to her knees, her sobs wracking her body as she blamed herself for being carried away by her feelings and succumbing to her desires.
In the midst of her pain, a wave of self-doubt crashed over Isabella. How could she have been so foolish to believe that an immortal being like Azazel would ever reciprocate her love? She berated herself for daring to hope, for opening her heart to the possibility of a shared future.
As her tears fell like raindrops, Isabella found herself wrestling with a tumultuous mix of emotions — heartbreak, regret, and a profound sense of loss.
Isabella's sobs echoed through the room, her tears staining her cheeks as she desperately reached for her phone. With trembling hands, she dialed Sarah's number, her voice choked with sorrow as she pleaded for her friend's presence.
"Sarah... please, I need you," Isabella's voice trembled as she struggled to speak through her tears. "I'm... I'm broken. Can you come over? I just... I can't be alone right now."
On the other end of the line, Sarah's concern was palpable. Without hesitation, she reassured Isabella, "I'll be there, Isabella. Just hold on. I'm coming."
As Isabella ended the call, her body shook with anguish. She collapsed onto the couch, her tears flowing freely, as the weight of her shattered heart pressed heavily upon her. The minutes seemed like an eternity as she anxiously awaited Sarah's arrival.
And then, with a sudden rush of air, Sarah burst through the door, her eyes filled with worry and empathy. Seeing Isabella's raw pain, she rushed to her side without hesitation.
Isabella's cries grew louder, and she reached out for Sarah, seeking solace and understanding. The moment their embrace enveloped them, Isabella's tears flowed uncontrollably, her body trembling with grief.
Sarah held Isabella tightly, her own eyes brimming with tears as she whispered soothing words into her friend's ear. "I'm here, Isabella. I've got you. Let it all out."
Isabella clung to Sarah, her voice choked with emotion as she poured out her heart. "Sarah, I... I thought he... I thought he loved me. How could I be so stupid? How could I believe in something that was never real?"
Sarah held Isabella even tighter, her voice filled with compassion. "You're not stupid, Isabella. You have a big heart, and you believed in love. It's not your fault that he couldn't see what was right in front of him."
Isabella's sobs began to subside, but her heart still ached with the pain of rejection. "But he said he could never love, that emotions make mortals weak. How could I have been so blind?"
Sarah gently lifted Isabella's tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with unwavering support. "Isabella, love isn't a weakness. It's what makes us human, what makes us alive. You have so much love to give, and one day, someone deserving will see that and cherish it."
Isabella's voice trembled as she spoke, her vulnerability laid bare. "But right now, Sarah, it hurts so much. I don't know how to heal from this."
Sarah's voice carried a reassuring strength. "It's going to take time, Isabella. Allow yourself to grieve, to feel the pain. Lean on the people who care about you. And little by little, you'll find the strength within yourself to heal and move forward."
Isabella nodded, her tears subsiding as a flicker of hope began to ignite within her. With Sarah by her side, she felt a glimmer of the resilience that lay dormant within her shattered heart.
As the room filled with a quiet solace, Sarah and Isabella held onto each other, their bond providing a lifeline amidst the storm. In the depths of Isabella's despair, she found solace in knowing that she was not alone, and together, they would weather the pain and emerge stronger on the other side.