Break Me
[stella and @turncoatsilver being angsty]
There had been something differentĀ about Isabella. The past few weeks, about since she had gotten back, the woman just seemed not herself. Less confident, less assured in her disinterest. At first, for a long while, Stella didnāt mention it. Didnāt bring it up. Because she knew how Isabella operated and she knew that she wouldnāt want Stella poking around and digging into her life. But finally, Stella realized that this wasnāt the same Isabella.
Something had changed. So her approach could change as well.
It was a dreary Thursday that it finally came to her. Thunder hanging low overhead and most everyone cloistered inside their houses. Except Stella and Isabella, the only two in the Big Apple. Heading over with a pot of coffee, Stella wore a determined look.Ā āNeed a top off?ā she asked with a soft smile.
Isabella looked up like she didnāt know who Stella was at first. A moment passed before she nodded. Murmured a thanks as the mug filled. There were no notebooks in front of her. She wasnāt furiously scribbling.
Stella took in a deep breath and then set the pot down. Dropping into the bench across from Isabella, she turned the second mug over and filled it. Took a long sip, eyes watching Isabella just over the rim. The other woman looked at her with incredulity. Stella just barreled through it.
āTell me how youāve been.ā Stella said, letting the mug clink against the table.
To her pleasant surprise, Isabella opened her mouth and she did.Ā






