(42) Moving On

Anna curled into John’s arms as she cried. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying, the rational part of her knew that Isabel wasn’t worth it. The scared, poor girl that lived in a trailer and looked up to her smart, beautiful cousin was decimated. Isabel had always been what she’d wanted to be, and now even though she knew the dark heart that hid under her skin, she still mourned the loss of the relationship she’d always wanted.

“I feel stupid.” She said in a small voice “I just kept giving her chance after chance because I didn’t want to believe that she would do these things but there is no way to deny it.”

“We all do it, see the best in those we love, it’s a natural human reaction, to seek connection.”

“But to blindly keep letting her hurt me, what does that say about me?”

“That you are a loving, kind person.”

“No, it means I’m gullible,” Anna said hiding her face.