The silence that dropped across the pair in that lonely hospital room was not awkward, nor was it painful. Despite the fact that what was the most meaningful relationship Izaak had ever had in his entire life had ended so miserably yesterday and that his baby daughter had made a pass on the world, the nineteen year old felt oddly peaceful with Isabella in his arms. It may have helped to know that he was not the only one who had to try and pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart. But as his still blue eyes focused relentlessly on the day breaking outside, and his hearing was brandished with nothing but the sounds of his friends subsiding sobs, Izaak felt his pain begin to numb with the inactiveness of his mind.
But Isabellas words roused his mind from its dormant state and the heartbreak returned, causing the young man to square his shoulders as if such a gesture may fight off the pain or in the very least brace him for it. Izaak did not want to remember the clear finality of the kiss he had shared with Alexis, or the news Corinne had wearily brought to him this morning. So as he felt the fragile girl in his arms begin to slump with slumber, Izaak drew her closer to his chest. I love you Is. He breathed in what he judged to be her last few conscious moments in which one, although they may be perfectly aware of the words spoken around them, was simply too far gone. Once upon a time those words had counted for nothing but friendship but in his last visit to the hospital with Isabella, Izaak had realised an edge of something more was beginning to cut through. Though now after losing Alexis, his beloved Alexis, Izaak was in no place at all to admit this to himself let alone Isabella. Would he ever be able to move on from his most significant other? Would he be able to forget the smell of vanilla as it worked through his senses each and every morning he woke up with her in his arms or the varying shades of red that flushed her cheeks whenever he called her beautiful? Would the hours and hours that they spent lying in bed together, speaking about anything and everything until the sun rose again just fade into a distant memory? No, the answer was no. Alexis Marie Richarde was truly written into Izaak forever.
The growing restlessness of the beautiful young woman in his arms worried Izaak perhaps a little too much than it should have though. She deserved an uneventful sleep, she needed it and if there was something disturbing her then to hell with it. If Izaak could personally reach inside of her mind and draw these disturbances out he would. But as this obviously wasnt achievable, Izaak grazed his palm gently against her shoulder before sliding it right down to the very tips of her delicate fingers, hoping to rouse her slightly from her sleep to rid her of her bad dreams. Hey, hey, He cooed softly, before pressing his lips to her temple and leaving them pursed against Isabellas soft skin as he waited for her to calm.