In the evening, Izabella was in the kitchen cooking spaghetti. After filling her stomach, she sat on the couch and continued going over some documents. The silence in the room was so overwhelming that it felt like the rustling of papers echoed. Unsettled by the quietness, she turned on the television and started watching a romantic movie. However, after about ten minutes, she found it unappealing and started reading her documents back instead. By nine, she was done with her paperwork, and the movie had ended as well.
She texted Casey, asking him when he'd be home.
After a while, she got a text notification. Assuming it was Casey, she opened the message only to be taken aback. The name on the screen wasn't Casey's. As she read the entirety of the message, her hand tightened around her phone, disbelief flashing in her eyes.
How could this be?
Izabella sat on the couch, unsure of how much time had passed, until her feet started feeling cold. That's when Casey called.
"Bella, there's a storm coming tonight. Make sure you close the windows. I'll be home soon."
"Aren't you working late tonight?" Izabella asked, knowing that Casey usually slept at his office whenever he had to work late.
"Not tonight."
After hanging up, Izabella noticed the wind outside rustling the curtains. She got up and closed the windows.
Izabella washed up and got into bed. Outside, the wind was howling louder. The sky was periodically lit up by lightning, followed by the rumbling thunder. Although she had spent her day busy and was feeling quite fatigued, she couldn't fall asleep.
The reason was simple. Izabella was scared of thunderstorms, especially those at night.
Despite her bold exterior, Izabella was quite timid. She feared falling sick, taking medicines, bitterness, storms, thunders, and lightning. But what frightened her the most was being alone. If something were to happen to her when she was alone, she would die without anyone knowing.
Once, she thought she could live with her own. But humans are social creatures, and extreme solitude can lead to social anxiety. Even as she claimed to enjoy her solitude, she envied those who could run around freely with their friends.
Now she had Casey, someone who cared for her. He had always been there with her during past storms.
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