Chapter Twenty Eight

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Isobel hugged me tightly for what felt like forever, and I used that moment to try to forget everything and focus on her arms surrounding me. Her beautiful scent, the steady sound of her breathing and the warmth coming off her in waves. My arms started to ache from holding onto her so desperately and I eventually had to reluctantly pull away from her warmth. She took my face into her hands and swiped the remaining tears away with her thumbs.

"I'll be okay." She whispered, before kissing my forehead and stepping back. She knew I had to go upstairs and talk things out with my mom, so she turned around and walked to the door. I followed her, sniffling a little. "I'll call you later, okay?"

I nodded, unable to speak and she gave me a sad smile before slipping out. I stood in the silence staring at the door for a few minutes contemplating everything before I shivered and crept up the stairs.

I knocked on my moms door and poked my head in. I found her sitting on her bed changed out of her scrubs, brushing out her hair. I couldn't judge her expression, so I cleared my throat. "Can I come in?"

She nodded, patting the bed next to her. I walked over and sat down on the extra soft mattress. I didn't know where to begin or what I should say, so it was just silent for a while. I blinked, looking around the room I hadn't been in for so long.

It was the one room we hadn't renovated or repainted or anything. Mum always said she loved it the way it was, but I knew it was because she wanted to somehow preserve what she had left with my dad. A couple of my paintings still hung around here and there though.

I swallowed and took a peek at her to find her watching me. I opened my mouth, still having no clue what to say but she beat me to it.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how." I said after a moment. "Every time I tried to I got so scared."

She turned to fully face me. "Scared of what?"

I shrugged, trying not to let my lip wobble or my voice shake. "That it wouldn't go well? That you wouldn't be okay with it?"

Her scrunched up eyebrows lowered, and she took my hand. "Why would you think I wouldn't be okay with it?"

I blinked at her. "I don't know. You haven't reacted as if you're okay with it."

She sighed, her shoulders drooping. She didn't say anything for a minute, leaving me with my heart pounding as I waited for her to speak.

"Sweetie. You caught me off guard, I totally wasn't expecting it and my mind just went blank. But you can't possibly think I'd disagree or love you any less because of who you love, right?"

When tears welled up in my eyes she tugged on my hand gently and pulled me into her, hugging my head to her chest. "I love you, I love you as you are no matter what. I wish I had known sooner, or that you'd have just told me."

I cried silently into her shirt, whether it was tears of relief or something else I really didn't know. "I wanted to so badly."

She pulled away with a small smile. "What makes you think I have the right to an opinion about who you are or who you love, Talia."

I let out a laugh. "Well, when you rushed upstairs I didn't expect this conversation to go like this."

We sat there for a while, and I told her everything right from the beginning. I didn't leave out anything except for the intimate details between Isobel and I. When I finished, a sneaky grin grew on her face.

"So," She stretched it out, raising an eyebrow. "Isobel?"

I blushed, chuckling awkwardly. "Yeah."

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