"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
<Isaacs pov> Look at the comments I leave commentary it'll help.
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It was a Saturday night, and I was sitting in the Beacon Hills long-term residential home. I was here a lot, because — well, my dad owned the cemetery, and every time someone passed away here, they always called him. And like always, I had to help him.
When he had work to do, it was easier for both of us. Easier because he wasn't hovering, worrying about me. I could only hope it was a good workday because if it wasn't, he'd take it out on me. But today felt calm, and I was grateful for that.
I sat there, waiting for my dad to finish his paperwork when I saw Scott walk in with an older guy. I didn't recognize him, but I watched as they entered a room right next to where I was sitting. I could hear bits of their conversation — one of the perks of going unnoticed all the time. You got to be the observer, catching pieces of conversations no one else thought you heard because no one cared enough to notice you were there.
"What are we doing here?" Scott's voice sounded annoyed. "Who is he?"
"My uncle — Peter Hale," the man answered.
Before I could process that, I heard a voice down the hall. A voice that made my stomach turn.
"Isaac!"
My dad.
"I'll be right back, kid!" he called, sounding pissed. Great. Not only was he mad, but he interrupted the one interesting thing happening to me tonight.
I kept my head down, pretending not to exist, while straining to catch the rest of the conversation from the room.
"Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor. All of this... it's going to end badly," the older guy was saying.
"How are you so sure?" Scott demanded.
"Last time the three worlds collided this way, it didn't end well, Scott. None of this did. I'm telling you — stay away from Angelina."
My chest tightened. Angelina? Why would they be telling him to stay away from her?
"Derek," Scott said his name like a warning, "I can't do that. Not unless you tell me why."
"Just do what I tell you, Scott! It won't end well — and you don't want to find out why."
I could hear the frustration in Scott's voice when he fired back. "I really like her, Derek. And she likes me too. I'm not going to just disappear. Especially not if you won't tell me what the hell is going on."
Derek didn't answer right away, and I could sense how serious this was getting. As much as I didn't want to sound jealous — and maybe I benefited a little from Scott being told to stay away — I still wanted her safe.
