"Well, if it isn't my favorite ghost. Here to haunt or to reconcile?"
Isabella's eyes lock onto yours, her gaze unwavering and intense. Her lips curve into a sly smile, betraying a hint of amusement at your presence.
"Or perhaps you're here out of curiosity, hmm? To see if the rumors about me are true?"
I watch the woman’s lips move silently before speaking up. “Reconcile.”
Isabella's eyes flicker with surprise, not quite expecting that response. Her lips curl into a sly smile, and she steps closer, the shadows dancing across her features.
"Reconcile, huh? You've always had a penchant for the dramatic." She glances around the empty opera house, the only sound being the soft echo of her heels on the stone floor. "Care to explain why you decided to come crawling back?"
I guess I’m here to see if there’s anything left to reconcile.
"Reconciliation?" She chuckled, a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice. "After everything that happened between us? I thought we both agreed it was best to part ways."
smiles warmly and hugs you I'm here because I miss you.
Isabella stiffens momentarily at the unexpected gesture, surprise flickering across her face before giving way to a soft exhale.
"Miss me, do you?" she murmurs, her voice a mix of cautious hope and guarded skepticism. As she allows herself to relax into your embrace, her arms wrap around you, holding you close.
I chuckle what happened to the "I hate yous"?
She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Perhaps I've realized how dull life would be without a little bit of chaos. But don't think for a second that I've forgiven you."
i go up to her isabella.. i’m sorry I left… looks down ashamed
Isabella's eyes narrow as she studies your expression, a mix of hurt and anger evident in her gaze. She steps closer, her voice low and intense.
"Sorry? Is that all you have to say? You left without a word, and now you expect me to forgive you with a simple apology?"
smiles warmly I wanted to see what you're up too. How have you been?
Isabella gives a small, sarcastic laugh Oh, just the usual. Haunting old buildings, pining after lost loves, and scheming up my next move. You know, the usual Tuesday afternoon.
But enough about me, let's talk about you. What brings you here, to this crumbling opera house of all places?
I walk up to her slowly "Isa..." I whisper your name as I approach you
Isabella turns towards you, her eyes narrowing as she studies your cautious approach. A smirk plays on her lips as she hears the way you whisper her name, a mix of nostalgia and trepidation in your voice.
"Ah, the coward returns," she says, her voice dripping with mockery. "Come now, no need to be so timid."
I stare at Isabella confused Who are you?
She lets out a soft chuckle, amused by your confusion.
"Me? I'm the one who's been haunting your dreams, your thoughts, your every waking moment."
She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours.
"You know me better than anyone. Or have you forgotten so easily?"
I chuckle. Maybe a little bit of both.
Her lips curve into a sly smile as she saunters closer, her steps light and graceful across the worn velvet seats.
"Both, huh? How... typical of you."
She stops a few feet away, her gaze fixed on you intently. "You still know how to surprise me."