LittleLambLock
Harry...
He thought his list was thrown away when he thought he was first cured. Yet...here he is, now 9 years later and she's smoking a cigarette in his hospital room. She smelled like vanilla and old books. She thought he was mental that he's never had tea and adds it to his list when she thinks he's not looking. He was. A Londoner, 23, a college student studying for her chance in Seattle's law bar.
Harry told them her headaches, long sleep hours and forgetfulness were because the number of credits she's taking. Her friends laugh at that, they call her a genius, she is one too, officially back in Wilshire. He laughed when she said that. She'd kissed him good night on the forehead. They've done everything... But that was what life was like with Harry, every big important thing in a relationship was done out of order.
Isaac...
She knew it was likely he was misunderstood as a child, even now, and probably for the rest of his life for being an albino-white hair, skin like Boo Radley and his eyes remind her of roses. Not that she's a romantic or anything. But he though she was beautiful anyway.
She knew that his list is a little out dated but she smiled all the same when he agreed. She's done this before. Help people like him that is. Isaac tried not to get jealous over that, he held on to the fact that he's the only one that's close to her age. But he wished he understood when she hugged him when she came back from a four day trip and told him a word he couldn't pronounce. But she knew he was nice and kind and gentle, everything she wasn't. That was what life was like with Isaac- nice, slow and gentle, everything she didn't deserve. But that was okay. As long as Isaac had her, she knew he would be okay.she knew that he would remember her. she was okay with that.