Achilles' Point of View:
"I'll accept whatever he has in mind," He kept a hand on my cheek and heat rushed to my cheeks, as I felt a wave of emotions run through me. "And I'll make this right one way or the other."
She looked at me with the eyes that told a thousand stories but she didn't utter a word. Her expressions were sad, rightfully so—but her eyes were still full of hope that maybe everything will be fine. It hurt me everytime I knew I was the reason she was hurt, but still I wasn't strong enough to change for her.
She stepped back and nodded. "I hope so."
I gazed over her for a little moment before looking over at Josephine. "Thank you for coming."
"Yeah, you should thank me," She replied. "I was doing some pretty important things."
"Really? Like what?" I was genuinely interested.
"I'll let you know when I do," She exhaled. "I need to go back."
"Wait!" Isabella stopped her, "Where you going? And what about your—your health?"
