Isabella's Point of View:
I sat down in my apartment and sighed. I guess it was indeed time to leave the past behind and look forward to making things work again. Although, it did seem like I'll have to leave my job at Achilles' company.
Well, I didn't work anyway. It was a joke in the name of a job. I needed to see through my college application and apply for one as soon as I could. But maybe first I needed to get my life together first, eh?
I received a message so I picked my phone to check. It was from Stefan.
"Hey. Heard you got discharged. How you feeling?"
"Better, I think," I texted back. "Kinda hard to tell when I don't remember how I felt for the past month."
"You don't remember?"
"No," I said.
He took a while before texting again. "You wanna meet for lunch?"
"Sure. You here?"
"Yeah. How's the coffee shop on 7th Avenue Street?"
"Works for me."
"Cool, meet you at 2."
"Okay."
