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Isaac when you tell him. ... When you were nine, your family moved to Beacon Hills for a job. You used to hate it so much, but through the years have grown to like the little town. Once you found Isaac, you couldn't imagine yourself ever leaving. But now you had to. It was your dads job. He had to move around, but you didn't want to go. It was the day before, and you had to tell Isaac. You had told everyone else before, because it was easier and saved him last. He would be the hardest to tell. Knocking on his door, you waited for him and he soon came, ushering you inside. "Can I talk to you? " You asked him quietly. "Yeah," his eyes filled with concern. He led you over to the dining room and you both sat across from each other, almost like an interrogation. "I've been trying to hold back telling you this, but I need to." You sucked in a breath, bracing yourself. "I'm moving tomorrow." Isaac stiffened. "No." You looked up to see him shake his head in disbelief. "No you can't be leaving me."
Tears started to fill your eyes, and you looked down to not show him. Isaac moved over to you, holding you in his arms and just crying with you. That night was spent together, hands intertwined and words whispered. It was a good last night.
