Alone | Jake Sim x OC

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Day 7

Isabella woke up to Trixie on her face. She rolled over and stood up, walking to the bathroom and pulling out antihistamines. She was normally fine with cats unless one sat on her face, in which case she would start sneezing and her eyes would itch. 

Her gaze travelled to the window, and seeing the same light drizzle of rain that she saw every day she turned her head back to the sink. Taking the medication, she washed her face and started her day.

Day 9

Isabella woke up to the alarm. The sky outside was grey, the light drizzle of rain now a heavy downpour that would probably stop in a few hours. She yawned and swung her legs off the bed, reaching out to pour more food into Trixie's tray before she padded off to the bathroom to shower. 

After drying off she poured a little of the apple juice into a cup and downed it in a few seconds, pushing the minifridge door closed to not catch sight of the rapidly dwindling cans of tinned spaghetti. She grabbed her notebook and went to sit at the window, watching the rain. 

It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

Day 13

Isabella forgot to sleep the night before, and the alarm was just an annoying beep that went for a few minutes before automatically turning off. She'd been writing songs all night, and wasn't remotely happy with the latest one.

Trixie wandered around her feet, and Isabella stroked her fur softly. Almost mechanically, she tipped food into the bowl and let the cat eat. It somehow escaped her memory that she needed breakfast too, and Izzy placed her pen back on the paper. Maybe this time she'd get the lyrics right. 

Day 16

Every day was the same. Wake up, feed Trixie, maybe feed herself, write lyrics or a song, stare out the window until it was dark, go down to get food and come back up to head to the roof, feed Trixie again, go to sleep. Sometimes she would wake up on the roof, or she would throw in a workout or two but for over two weeks her routine remained the same. 

It wasn't until the usual knock sounded on the door on day 16 that anything changed. It came across the room, ringing as it always did. Izzy left it unanswered, waiting for the receding footsteps. 

Surprisingly, this time they didn't come. The knock however, came again and again and again. After half an hour, Izzy decided that it wasn't going to stop.

"Who is it?" The knocking stopped for a split second.

"It's Heesung." Izzy sighed, deciding that if anyone was going to enter the room, it would be Heesung. He was the calming older brother presence who she was close enough with to talk comfortably but not close enough that he would tease her like Niki. He was a good balance, someone she trusted.

"Okay. Come in." She held her breath as the door rattled for a second.

"Um... It's locked." She facepalmed. Heesung was probably worried from the thwack that came as her hand met her forehead.

"Right, yeah sorry." Isabella pushed Trixie off her lap and jogged over to her desk, grabbing the keys and slowly unlocking the door.

"Are you sure you're the only one out there?" She could envision Heesung nodding.

"I promise." The last lock clicked, and the door swung open the tiniest bit. Bella peeked her head out to make sure he was telling the truth, and seeing that he was she swung the door open to quickly usher him inside. Immediately after he was in, the door closed again and she re-locked all the locks on the door. Izzy let the keys fall back onto her desk and invited Heesung to sit down.