Broken Trust

What in the Fae? 

Issac stood frozen at the spot, wide-eyed, even as those lips pressed firmly to his. Everything happened too fast for him to comprehend. But he knew her, she was his childhood friend, Anya. 

As if finding his bearings, Issac latched onto her shoulder and pulled away, breathing hard. While his eyes were filled with surprise and confusion, she looked fascinated and ecstatic to see him, a flush on her face. 

"Issac," Anya chuckled, crinkles forming in the corner of her eyes. 

Indeed, someone was delighted to see him. Not that Issac could say the same. 

"Anya," Issac said, a knot in his belly. He obviously did not share the same enthusiasm even though he tried his hardest to fake it. He followed it up with a smile that could almost qualify as a grimace.