Jareth looked at Isabelle, her eyes full of determination. He let out a quiet sigh and shook his head. "You're amazing the way you are. You don't need to change yourself for anyone." His voice was calm, gentle even, as he reached out to gently wipe the tears that kept spilling down her cheeks.
"Everyone's one of a kind. No one can become someone else, no matter how hard they try."
There it was-his clear rejection. And just like that, Isabelle felt her heart shatter into pieces. She stared at him through her tear-filled eyes, noticing the flicker of pity in his gaze, and in that brief instant, jealousy toward her late sister crept in.
Why was it so easy for her sister to win his heart back then? Even after passing away, she still held a place in his heart for four whole years. An
