Isadora placed her hands on her lap, gripping the material of her skirt tightly. Her mind played the scene of last night, the weight of it crushing her.
"That's what he meant," she mumbled. "He thought I was asking what he couldn't give. When he said those words, it hurt... and I couldn't speak."
She raised her gaze. "I don't get it," she began in a shaky tone. "Did I ask for the impossible?"
Logi raised a brow, amused. "Maybe you did."
Isadora frowned deeply at this. Logi was right… She was innocent to the ways of intimacy, but that doesn't mean she was a fool either.
"I wasn't asking for the world, just something defined, something real." She voiced.
Logi exhaled sharply. "Something real…" He drawled. "Affection? Tenderness? Love? There are several where that comes from." He shook his head. "You might as well ask a storm to be gentle or a blade not to cut you."
Isadora opened her mouth, but Logi still went on, determined to make her see her error.
