"Do you think her last words were meant as a blessing?"
After Sophie had left once again, Sam turned to Isabella.
Isabella countered with a question for Sam.
"What do you think?"
Sam let out a long sigh and then slumped onto the table.
The afternoon sunlight gradually dimmed, losing its earlier brilliance.
From this angle, a stubborn ray of light managed to pierce through the window, and also through the gaps in Isabella's slightly floating hair.
From this vantage point, she looked like the quintessential girl next door.
What was special was that Sam had never had a girl with such an aura around him before.
She was a normal girl, and she hadn't tormented Sam for various reasons.
Of course, such things were hard to predict, because Sam was aware of his 'uniqueness,' and if their relationship grew closer, it always brought strange risks.
