This was one of your worst nightmares. Or, maybe not. But you couldn't remember any details from the night before you had met Isabella. It started with you waking up to her in your bed one morning. She'd quickly cried that the two of you had slept together and you were her first.

The guilt ate at you until you agreed to date her. She had been so teary and anxious that you felt like you had no other choice. This was all going to be temporary anyways.

That's what you told yourself, eight months ago. Now Isabella had moved into your apartment and was currently decorating it the way she liked.

Sometimes thoughts flashed in your mind of why you didn't remember meeting her. Or how the two of you ended up sleeping together. Whenever you asked she would cry again and get upset, so eventually the questions stopped.

She held up two color swatches. One light pink the other light blue.

"What color should we paint the kitchen?"