'I can't… Why?' Isla dug her fingers into her face, almost trying to tear it apart. Her heart and soul were shaking as if they were being assaulted by something invisible. She could barely breathe or move.
This was by far the worst state she had been in in years. She was someone who could keep their composure in the worst situations but this was far more than just a bad situation. This was a deep scar that she hadn't healed from and it had been opened again in an unexpected turn of events.
The clouds of fog closed the distance on her and Isla was aware of it. But… Was there really a point in even trying anymore? She admits that she lost and yet the battle wasn't even over. Her eyes stared up, devoid of emotions.
