"Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, I'm scared that you, won't be waiting on the other side." - Lana Del Rey.
We hug for a few minutes until I have slightly calmed down. I have stopped shaking as much and my heart is beating a little slower. Which I hope is because I'm not as worried now, not because of something else. Isaac still looks worried, and I can see him chewing down on his lip as he thinks.
"Cute" I think, before I can stop myself. My cheeks flare and I feel ashamed that I could move on so quickly from Gus, and that I owe him that much. He gave up his wish for me, and he tried to shield me from his inevitable oblivion, but he was always going to be a grenade, and he ended up making more casualties than he liked. I stand up quickly, my wires tangling around my feet. For once I wished so much I could be able to be a normal girl, who could flounce out of a room, or even just go for a jog. But I can't, and I should think myself lucky, really. I cough and Isaac gets I want to go, but he looks upset all the same. Or maybe worried. Yes, probably worried, there's no reason for him to be upset about me leaving. We both shuffle over to the door and awkwardly exchange a hug and a few good byes and I'm off, wishing I had the strength to call my mom to pick me up, but I feel like I need to use that strength on not giving up. It starts to rain, and when i say rain, I mean more like I'm being drowned in water(on the inside, and outside. Double deal, thanks God!). I hear movements around me and tense up, aware someone could be near me, ready to steal my...oxygen machine? Right. I turn round to see Isaac hobbling towards me with his stick with an umbrella.
"Didn't want you to get cold, he says, you've got a short walk but you don't need the flu on top of everything else!" Laughing. I chuckle and move towards the umbrella, aware I am shaking ever so slightly. My hands are raw and red, almost purple, and as if reading my mind Isaac pulls my hand into his. We walk on, both grinning.
As I pull up to the gate, I make sure I've text Isaacs mom to come pick him up or get someone too, because I don't want him to walk all the way home alone.
"Um, thanks." I stutter, not really sure if I should go inside, or wait with him, or what.
"It's fine, I'd worry knowing you'd walked back alone in the rain." He says, itching the back of his neck. I giggle a little and start to say bye, when he slightly grabs my wrist and pulls me into a big hug. I glance up at him, and he snakes his head toward mine and kisses me.
