Isabella: His Unseen Guardian

the living room sofa, his body finally giving out. The pain was a dull, constant t

ession wasn't one of shock or guilt, but of pure annoyance.

things," he said

, but it was quickly replaced by a smug grin. "Liam! Hey, buddy. We were worried about you. Gla

e," Liam said, pushin

l get you some water." She moved to the kitchen, her actions perfunctory, devoid of any real care. It

. "Tough break, man. But you'll bounce back. You're a

side. The simple act of holding the glass required all of his concentration. He took a sip, the cool liquid a small

red on the floor, water and shards of glass spraying across the wood. He instinctively curled in on himself, his breathing ragged, his hea

a car. Pull yourself together! You're a mess." She looked at the broken glass on th

ndured. To her, his pain was just an inconvenience, an ugly scene disrupting her new, perfect life with M

nce been his sanctuary, where he' d spent countless nights sketching out his dreams. Now it just

pt home on a piece of land they had bought together, overlooking the ocean. It was supposed to be their forever home, t

t from weakness, but from rage. With a raw cry that was torn from the depths of his soul, he ripped the thick paper in half. Then again, and again