The sound of the rain against the window was relentless, each drop a reminder of the storm outside and the turmoil inside. Isabela curled up in the armchair, her eyes drifting to the streaks of water running down the glass, as though they were trying to escape the chaos of the world beyond. The city was quiet, but her mind was anything but. For days, she had tried to push it all away, but fate had a cruel way of pulling her back: him.
Arthur. The man who, for so long, had been everything she ever wanted. And now? Now, he was the ache she couldn't shake.
At that moment, the phone buzzed on the coffee table. A message. She hesitated, but she couldn't stop herself. Her finger trembled as it touched the screen.
"I know you're there. I can see you through the window. Just give me a chance."
His words were always like this—sweet, yet heavy, like a weight she couldn't escape. The truth between them couldn't be ignored, no matter how hard she tried.
Their past was a patchwork quilt of happiness and deep moments, but also of lies, broken promises, and distance. They were like shadows and stars—opposites, yet connected in a way she still couldn't fully understand.
"Why now?" she thought. "Why after everything?"
Isabela glanced at the phone again, her chest tight with indecision. She knew she couldn't ignore him forever. Love, even fractured, still burned inside her, like a flame that couldn't be easily snuffed out.