When the tears stopped coming, we lay together and stared at the ceiling. Well, I stared at the ceiling. Isaac stared at blackness. But his arms were around me, making my heart ache slightly less.
I was surprised by the aggressive feelings his presence provoked. I liked his arms keeping me together like this. I felt safe somehow, though I'd begun to think I'd never feel safe again the way I had with Gus. Clearing my constricted throat, I untangled myself from him and sat up, swiping at an errant tear on my cheek.
"Hey, you." He said, reaching out again. "Where'd you go?" I stood, almost knocking my freaking oxygen tank. I wished I could see past his black glasses, but there was nothing to see.
"I'm here." I said into the silence.
"Hazel, do you want to just sit and play some more? I honestly don't want to go home to mommy dearest's misplaced concern." He sounded tired and on the verge of freaking out. Not major freak out, like during The Night of the Broken Trophies, just mild freaking outage. I would humor him, but I was confounded by my own twisted heart's rising feelings.
"Okay." I sat again, suddenly aware of the distance between us on my couch.
"Okey-dokey." He put the game back in and we played, his commentary loud and obnoxious as ever. I was quiet, mad at myself for the way I was starting to feel.
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The Fault In Our Future
Teen FictionThis is a TFIOS fanfic written after Gus dies. Hazel and Isaac discover they have each other to cling onto over the pain of losing Gus. They fall in love and start to heal in their own ways.
