Andreas's POV
The tension in the room was palpable after I had indirectly confessed my feelings to Isabella. I yearned for some kind of reaction, a verbal acknowledgment, a sign of reciprocation, but all I received was her unsettling silence. She just stood there, her eyes locked onto mine, as though trying to decipher the emotions that had been laid bare.
The unbearable silence stretched on until I couldn't take it any longer. "Won't you say something?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, desperation creeping into my tone.
Her response was colder than I had anticipated. "What am I supposed to do with that information?" She inquired with a straight face. "You cannot bring yourself to accept the reality of how you feel... Well, that can't be helped, can it?"
