Isabella moved quietly, barely making a sound as she slipped out the front gate. She didn’t want to wake Ethan, or even let him know she was leaving. The gate was still locked from the inside, just as she’d left it last night. Ethan must have climbed over the wall to get in. The wall wasn’t that high, so it wouldn’t have been too hard for him.
About ten minutes after Isabella left, Ethan woke up. He sat there for a moment, groggy and confused, trying to figure out how he’d ended up sleeping on her doorstep. Last night, after he realized Isabella had blocked him, he’d begged Frank for help. Frank had tried calling and texting her, but she never picked up and never replied. In the end, Frank could only tell Ethan he couldn’t do anything more.
“Ethan, you really messed up,” Frank had told him, sounding serious. “No matter what happens between you and Isabella, you need to apologize. Even if she won’t let you in, just wait outside. She used to love you so much. If she finds out you waited for her all night, maybe she’ll forgive you.”
Ethan didn’t need anyone to convince him. He wasn’t planning on leaving anyway.
When he fully woke up, he glanced at the front door. It was still closed, so he figured Isabella was still asleep. He got up, folded the jacket he’d used as a blanket, and put it neatly back in its bag.
He knocked on the door and called out, “Isabella, open up. Isabella.” The house stayed quiet.
He kept knocking, over and over, until his hand started to hurt. Still, there was nothing. No sign of life inside.
Finally, a neighbor came out, probably annoyed by all the noise. She called over the wall, “Who are you? Stop knocking already. Isabella left a while ago.”
“I just saw her on my way back from the market,” she added.
Ethan froze. “She left? When? How did I not notice?”
Was he really that out of it?


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