"You're stupid, Isabelle. I don't have anything else to say to the likes of you. Besides," he shrugged nonchalantly. "I never told you to trust me. You did that by yourself."
Those words carved into her heart, deep and permanent.
And she spent years with that wound in her heart.
She had to, if she wanted to remind herself that falling in love, having feelings... All of that was just a leeway for easy manipulation.
She never wanted to be manipulated again.
She never wanted to be used, to be hurt... to be broken...
This was why she constantly shoved away anyone who approached her claiming false love. Even the blind dates Luna had arranged for her all ended in a bust because the men couldn't accommodate her wishes.
And her wishes were simple.
