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Isabella:

I am covered in sweat and my heart is beating erratically. I swallow and turn to my right. Alex, my boyfriend, is asleep. I move slowly, not wanting to wake him. I put on my slippers and walk out of the room.

I take a long look at him before quietly closing the door.

He's going to leave me. I've seen images of him with another woman. She's lovely, bright green eyes and blond hair. They will eventually fall in love and marry. Have beautiful children. All of the things I've wanted for years, but can't seem to have.

I bite back the tears at the thought. It is always the same, they stick around for awhile but eventually it becomes too difficult for them to deal with.

I scare them, they always start to wonder what I see, and if it involves them or their family. It becomes too much for them to handle and they leave. It's always, I really love you, Bella, but I just can't handle this anymore.

I guess it's for the best. I'm not the most open person in the world. I keep a tight hold on my heart because know that one day; I'll see the Polaroid that doesn't include me.

I take a deep breath and make my way to the kitchen. I fill the tea kettle and place it on the burner. I pull my favorite tea cup out of the cabinet. It's rose patterned Lenox china that was passed down to me from my grandmother. It's very dainty and feminine and it relaxes me. I feel like I am sitting and having a cup of tea with my Gramma Marie, while she shares her childhood stories with me.

The kettle whistles and I methodically prepare my tea.

The clock read 1:18 and the sun was shining. The men were wearing black masks as they walked out holding guns. The man with green eyes was walking toward them, a raised gun, lots of blood. The green eyed man was looking at me as he bled out on the sidewalk.

I shiver. Rolling my neck, I pull the notebook that I keep on the table toward me. I sketch out what I saw and make notes.

"Hey," Alex's voice startles me.

"Hey," I answer quietly. He's frowning and looking at the notebook.

"Bad dream?" He's leaning in the doorway to the kitchen.

I nod and look back down at the paper; a sketch of an eye is staring back at me. I close the notebook quickly and stand. I wash and dry my tea cup before turning back to Alex.

He is wearing jeans, no shirt or shoes. His dirty-blond hair is a mess, and his brown eyes are boring into me. I lean against the counter and wait.

He takes a deep breath and rubs his hands over his face.

"Bella," he starts, but I wave a hand to stop him.

I shake my head and swallow the lump in my throat. Tears pool in my eyes even though I will them not to.

"Don't." I wrap my hands around my middle, "Just go. Just..." I trail off and close my eyes.

I feel his warmth in front of me. His hands touch my cheeks and tears fall against my will. His thumbs wipe my cheeks and he kisses my lips softly, "I'm sorry, Bella."

I lean against his chest for a moment, breathing him in one last time, and allowing the sadness to move through me. I pull away from him and nod, swallowing the sob that threatens to escape.

I hear him move away and a few moments later the front door closes and his car starts. And just like that, I'm alone again. I may not have been madly in love with him, but it still hurts when someone leaves. When they basically say you're not enough.

The clock on the microwave reads 2:12 AM. I walk out of the kitchen and shut off the light. I climb back into bed and hope that sleep will claim me quickly.

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