Saving Isaac Ronan

"It made me realize that the more we feed those memories, the more it will grow and the more it will haunt us"

She shifted her body and faced him.

Isaac silently regretted the fact that he had put a pillow between them because even though they were on the same bed, she seemed to be so far away.

"So why don't we just let those memories starve and eventually die of starvation?" she asked. She was telling that more to herself than to Isaac. His fear made her realize that by spending more time thinking about those dark moments, she was throwing away precious time.

There was so much more she could be thinking about.

It's weird how whenever she saw a flaw on Isaac, it reminded her of herself and somehow it was easier to find the light in someone else's life even though your own was not so different from theirs.

It was easier to fix herself when she was looking at him.

"It's easier said than done" he replied.

"Of course, it is" she said, looking back up at the ceiling "-but I embraced it just now and I'm still alive- barely, but sure, I'm still breathing"

Somehow he didn't feel like his ego was challenged by her words. He didn't feel like he needed to prove himself to her that he wasn't scared- he didn't feel like he needed to tell her to shut up or to tell her that she had no idea what he had been through.

He didn't want to do it because he wanted to prove himself to her- he wanted to do it because he wanted to prove it to his own memories that he no longer gives a fuck.

-and so he turned off the lights.