Twisted Ties of Love

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.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

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.

But he wasn't there tonight, and the feeling of loneliness and helplessness was slowly taking root in her heart.

However, as long as she had someone to stay with, she wasn't afraid of any hardships that could come her way.

Izabella left the lights on. Tonight's storm seemed more severe than usual. She wrapped herself in a blanket. Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out with a snap, plunging the room into darkness.

With the only sound being the

thunder and wind outside, the room

was eerily quiet. Izabella sat up, wrapping herself tightly in blanket and blocking her ears to the sound of the thunder. It wasn't as scary as she had thought.

Meanwhile, Casey was checking the weather forecast. When he saw the storm warning for tonight, he immediately left his work and rushed home.

Halfway through his journey, it started pouring. Despite the heavy rain, Casey drove fast. He wasn't scared of the thunder. But he was worried about Izabella, who was terrified of thunderstorms.

He didn't hesitate to push the pedal and speed towards Spring Bay. As soon as he arrived, he parked the car and ran towards the building in the rain.

The rain was so heavy that even an umbrella was of no use. His clothes were soaked, and the heavy raindrops hitting his head were causing him to wince. Spring Bay was engulfed in darkness.

The guard was trying to fix the power line, and people were anxiously talking. Outside, a few lamplights were still working. But inside, it was pitch black. Casey turned on his phone's flashlight to find his way.

"Bella." He called out as soon as he entered. His voice was loud as he made his way to the second floor and into their bedroom. With the flashlight on his phone, he saw

Izabella curled up on the net

with

her head covered by the blanket.

When people are scared, they lose control over their body, and their body goes into a protective mode. Izabella was no different. She was trembling, and her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

A beam of light entered her eyes and she found herself in a familiar embrace. It wasn't warm, but it was the safest place she could be.

She looked at Casey, who was panting heavily. His eyes were slightly red, his clothes were sticking to his wet body, and his hair was a mess.

"How did you get back so soon?"

Casey didn't give an explanation. Instead, he said, "I'll check the weather forecast every day from now on. I won't let you wait for me alone at home like this again."