to you ♡

~Chapter Two~♡~

"To him,

My tears finally came to a stop, the tears you caused

While the sadness of you left, your memory didn't

I don't think it can.

My mind was still dwelling over the thought of you.

And i don't know how to stop my attention from automatically going back to you,

It's frustrating."

Isla sighed, standing up from the chair where she was hunched over.

Stretching her arms over her head, cracking her back in the process. She made her way to the bathroom to get a good look at herself.

She looked in the mirror, staring at the wreck of a girl staring back. She hasn't looked like this in a very long time. Not ever since she got a boyfriend, a person to lean on, a person to trust with her heart.

She had a depressed expression on her face, red eyes stared back with clumped lashes, the tears stained her flushed face, her lips quivered with every breath, her hair was knotted, tangled and disheveled, her clothes wrinkled.

I look like a mess... She thought.

She still has the memory of getting ready in the morning every single day for the past year, getting dressed up like a doll for him, making sure that she looked perfect at all times.

She was obsessed with the fact that she needed to look perfect.

Perfect hair,

Perfect face,

And now he was the reason she was such a mess.

Staring at her face for a bit too long, Isla thought that the best thing to do now was to take a walk. A nice little walk to help calm her down and clear her head. After all, she hasn't really been out since last week.

After splashing her face with some cold water to wake her up, she chose a nice clean, wrinkle-free outfit.

She grabbed the first thing she saw, a pair of leggings, and an oversized cream hoodie. She bunched her hair into a high ponytail just below the crown of her head and walked out of the room, jumping over a pile of clothes by the door.

The front door shut behind her, the lock clicking in place.

She pulled the sleeves over her hands, so they don't get cold. The sun was setting lower in the sky, pigmenting the sky in orange and gold. The clouds looked as if painted by watercolour.

It was chilly that afternoon, the wind blew harshly against her skin, leaving goosebumps on the back of her neck.

"I swear I'm actually going to get frostbite''. Isla muttered to herself.

Leaves were scattered haphazardly across the pavement in colours of red, browns and yellow. The trees were left bare without them.

The cold autumn air whipped past her, as her footsteps thudded against the ground in a steady rhythm, her heart followed. The leaves crunching under her feet.

Her breath came out in small puffs of clouds, visible in the low temperature air. Her arms swung against her body. Her ponytail brushed against her neck.

She forgot to bring her headphones with her today, normally she couldn't go anywhere without them. Without any music Isla was forced to listen to the sounds of nature. The sounds of the leaves crunching beneath her, the distant bird calls, the voices of little kids messing around in the park, the wind rustling through the trees, causing more leaves to fall around her.