Isobel had followed Elena's advice warily, but instead of telling him in person, she felt like a letter would be easier. It was less personal that way and she hoped that she could avoid expressing emotion after he read it. What's more, she hoped that would be enough to help him get over her--though she doubted it. Somehow, she felt like if he really did know she cared and still loved him, he would only fight harder to get her back. Then again, she could be wrong. He wasn't over her, but it was clear that she wasn't his favorite person. Maybe he had enough hatred for her to keep them apart. She could hope, right?
After work, she went straight to her cabin, hoping to get a nap in before going out to feed after dark, but when she walked in and saw Ric sitting on the couch, she had a feeling that this wasn't going to pass as easily as she had hoped. Still, instead of walking toward him, she walked toward the stairs to head up to her room. Letter or not, they weren't friends, not anymore. There was no need for pleasantries, even if she did confess her love.