Isabella POV
the morning was like every other morning for me and like always i spent my time overthink about yesterday everything that happened. it was not new to me honestly after so many years of living together with them. now it's should feel normal but somehow still there words hurt as much as the first time. like my heart is made up of glass and each time there indifference broke something inside it. that i cannot name and u know that not the problem. its just that i don't know how much more crack's it will take for the glass to finally broke into pieces. and scattered below repair
Hello everyone!!!✨️ I hope you are all doing well. This is my first time writing a story, and I just wanted to know whether you are enjoying my writing style or not. I am not very familiar with story writing yet, but I am doing my best to give you all a good story. I would really appreciate your support, so please vote and comment. As a new writer, your engagement and opinions truly matter to me—they motivate me to improve and give my best. I will be setting some targets for votes and comments, and as soon as they are completed, I will post the next chapters accordingly. Thank you so much for your love and support!
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