I was too emotionally drained to waste any energy on her now.
The sound of her heels stopped by the bed, but she didn't move for a long time. I could feel her staring at me.
Maybe she was tired too.
With my eyes closed, all I wanted in that moment was a bit of peace.
She was probably wondering why I wasn't sitting in the living room waiting to angrily confront her like before.
Looking back, every time I argued hysterically with her, she would just sit there, looking down on me with tired, annoyed eyes, as if I were a child who couldn't get their way.
Ever since Theodore came back from abroad three years ago, it was like a key that opened the floodgates to our arguments.
It started with meeting an old senior, then a classmate, and eventually turned into this so-called "best friend" situation.
Their relationship had always been pure; it was just my wild imagination that couldn't find its limits.
After that, she would only give me routine explanations, leaving me to vent my feelings like a fool, until I eventually sank into the darkness alone.
Now, I'm just tired. I want to close my eyes and rest. I don't want to argue with Isabella anymore.