Isabel Smith didn't know where she had walked to, until her tears dried up, and the wind blew on her face, causing a slight sting. Only then did she realize that she had actually left the temple and was slowly walking down the highway.
Now she finally understood the problem that had been bothering her last night; she was completely aware that she wasn't wrong, and neither was he.
It was just that he loved her too much, and her self-pity was equal to hurting him even more.
She was stubborn and inflexible, only thinking about revenge and ignoring all the beautiful scenery along the way.
Isabel finally understood why Percy Stanton was so angry and upset yesterday.
Love is mutual, I love you, and you love me; only then can the beauty of love be shown.
If one person loves desperately while the other tries their hardest to escape, it is not love; it is a karmic relationship.