The third point of view:

God was unfair to her, Anabelle thought. Others didn't need to work hard yet got the love of their life, but for her, it wasn't like that. She had to sacrifice her tears, feeling, and time and yet wasn't lucky. Now, she finally thought she got the one for her, he wasn't who she thought he was.

"Anabelle!" Julie called after her, but she didn't want to see him. She just wanted to get into the car and drive off to her place. Fuck! Goddammit! She was so stupid! No wonder her IQ wasn't as high as Isabella's. How was she going to drive off with the car when it belonged to Julie, plus he had the keys.

"Anabelle, hold on!" he grabbed her arm, turning her around to him.

"No, don't touch me!" She hissed at him as if his hand was poisonous. Right now, she just couldn't think straight and wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

"Anabelle listen to me,"

"No, you listen to me!" She yelled at him, "What am I to you? A source of entertainment that would fade away with time? Is that it? Tell me, Julie, are you dating me because you truly love me or just a fling to pass off your boredom?" she stared him straight in the eyes.

"Trust me, Anabelle -"

"Well, that's the problem, I don't trust you,"

"Why? Because of my ugly past?"

"Your past doesn't exactly make you trustworthy, Julie! I just discovered that it's a game for you to cheat you on your girlfriends,"

"I admit that I'm not proud of the things that I previously did when I was less responsible, but who in the world doesn't have a dark past?"

"Well, for starters, I don't!"

"Forgive me Anabelle but I'm afraid not everyone is a Saint like you are but you should know that I love you, I'm sure of it!"

"Then prove it!" Anabelle yelled at him, "Don't just tell me that you love me, anyone can say that to me as easily as you did, Julie,"

As if the universe was unconcerned about the situation that Anabelle was in, the sky opened up and showered the earth with rain. Unlike the others running helter scatter, none of the couples bothered to run for shelter. Who would with that kind of tension surround them?

"I don't just need your word, Julie. Promises can be made and broken at the same time as affection ceases. I need assurance, evidence that you're not just weaving a net for me to fall into, is my affection a game to you?"

"Why would you think that? I'm a changed person, Anabelle?"

"Really, a changed person, and yet you used me the first time we met," Anabelle reminded him, yet gasped, "Maybe, these are the signs I should have looked out for?" she mumbled to herself.

However, Julie heard every single word she said and that made his blood boil.

"You need evidence of my affection?! Being with you isn't evidence already?"

"What?" Anabelle couldn't understand the point he was trying to make.

"I'm going against my grandfather's wishes by being with you, how dumb could you get Anabelle?!"

Anabelle gasped in disbelief at his statement, "You're calling my insecurities dumb? No, let's be sincere here, how do you expect me to believe a guy who changes women like he changes his wardrobe and not only that, cheats on them while they date. No, tell me, Julie, what do you expect me to believe?!"

"That you trust me?" he whispered, cupping the side of her cheek with a hand, "Anabelle, I would never hurt your feelings,"

"I'm sorry, but trust isn't exactly given like a free pass, you have to earn it. And so far? You've accumulated no points at all,"

"So, what are you trying to say?" He threw up his hand in the air, "That we're over before we even began?"

"I'm sorry Julie but I've been hurt so many times that I don't think I can handle another heartbreak," was her response.

Julie snorted, then muttered under his breath, "This is why being with Isabella is so much easier,"

"What?"Anabelle heard his murmur loud and clear amid the rain beating down on her. Julie stiffened up, it was obvious he had said that in the heat of the moment.

"Anabelle… " He didn't mean to say that to her face even though it was the truth. Isabella could understand him because she had her own past as well unlike Anabelle who had been sheltered all through her life, oblivious to the ups and downs of human nature. Just as good people turn out bad, bad people turn out good as well, but how would Anabelle know that, when she was used to one concept? Being good.

"Of course, my cousin is always right," She laughed, "She was smart enough to see how the idea of marriage between us would have been a horrible idea. She's right as usual," Anabelle murmured then slowly glanced up at Julie who was as soaked as she was, "It was fun while it lasted. Goodbye, Julie" She said to him and turned to leave.

She was not going to cry. She was not going to turn around and run into his arms because she was scared to be lonely. She had been hurt before by him, this heartbreak shouldn't feel any different, Anabelle told herself as she trudged ahead.

However, when she got to the bus stop to find out the next bus going to her place hadn't arrived, she simply sat on the bench all by herself. Since it was raining, there was no one available to contend space with, So Anabelle simply sat on the bench, leaning back against the bus shelter as the tears began to fall.

This time Anabelle didn't hold it back, the tears trailed down her cheeks unrestrained. Her chest felt like suffocating, she couldn't breathe. Why was she so unlucky in love? Why couldn't she find the man of her dreams? The one who loves her unconditionally? What was so hard about that? She just wanted a fairytale love - which doesn't seem to exist.