I'm not forgiven, I'm still atoning

"Isabelle?"

Her name was barely audible, a breathy sound that echoed through the otherwise silent chamber.

The voice that had spoken belonged to Phoenix, who stood in the doorway, his expression one of worry and concern.

She could never forget his voice.

Never mistake it for anyone else.

It was etched into her heart and soul so deeply, she knew it better than her own voice, felt the warmth in it more than her own heart.

But she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

How could she do that? When she had failed so much?

When she was the one who'd failed the slums that burned?

When she was the one who failed to save Errol, failed to even remember that he was important enough to her that she should have wanted to-

If only she'd remembered.

She would have.

She would have done everything in her power to save him, like he deserved. To fulfill her promise to spend forever with him.