“Why?” You mumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time, the tears streaming down your face long forgotten. You sat with your back to the wall and your head in your hands, a smashed vase lay on your right that you had broken in the heat of the argument.
“Is it because of her?” You spat. “Because of Allison?”
Isaac sighed, tears now beginning to run down his face. “Yes, partly, but she meant nothing to me! Just a mistake, I swear.” He took a deep breath. “Things have just been a lot for me lately. But you can come with me. We can start a new life in France. Together.” Together. There it was again. He used to say it all the time before Allison. He had left her before she died, to be with you, but the guilt still haunted him.
You lifted your head so that it only rested on one hand. You glared at him through the tears.
“Y/N, I know you’re angry, I can smell it. But I can also smell love. No matter how hard you try, you can’t push me away. You still love me, and I still love you.”
“But I don’t want to love you! I’ve tried to hate you and I just can’t!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face once more. “Don’t you understand? You hurt me and for that I wanted to hate you so bad, but I couldn’t because I loved you too much, and as we all know, love makes you weak.”
Isaac rushed over and wrapped his arms around you. “No, love doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger.” You tried to fight him off but your argument earlier had made you tired.
“Well I don’t feel very strong at the moment.” You added once you had given up trying to fight him.
“But you will, once we’ve moved and started a new life together.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. “What do you say Y/N? Will you move to France and start a new life with me?”