Achilles' Point of View:
"I hope you count me as a good enough friend to share. I'm here, for you, Achilles. And I know you said no, but… I love you." Isabelle said with sincere eyes as she looked at me.
I looked back at her, taken aback by her sudden confession. It took a long moment for me to muster up a reply that wouldn't complicate things further.
"Isabe—"
"No, shh," She stopped me from saying anything as she picked up the cream and started applying it slowly and delicately. "Don't say it."
"Uh…" I exhaled.
"I know you don't feel the same," She looked up at me and put up a sad smile. "And that's okay. I don't want to burden you with it, really and I don't want to mess up our friendship in any way."
"That's—that's not it," I whispered.
"Then what is?"
"You know," I exhaled. "I just—I just don't think it's fair for it to happen until you remember everything."
