I've been walking away from Melania's place for a while now, yet her quiet sobbing keeps echoing in my head. Seeing her cry, beg, and fall apart like that really hit me—never thought she'd feel that kind of way about me. Then again, it's not like she ever gave me a reason to notice. She's always treated me the same since the day we met. And honestly, knowing how jealous I am, it could never work between us. I'd live in constant paranoia, waiting for the moment she'd get horny and spread her legs for the first guy who crosses her path—something Isabelle has never done and never will.
«I'll never be with anyone else again, I swear on my life! I love you, Ren!» Her words still echo inside me like a distant echo.
What does she even know about love? She's thirteen. At that age, couples promise eternal love after fifteen minutes together. So why am I still thinking about it? Why do I keep repeating to myself that I only love Isabelle and that I'll stay by her side forever? What a pain...
