Izaak Finch
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As brief as his words were Izaak knew that Casey of all people would understand the urgency of them. It could have been a week since his drunken night with Isabella, perhaps several days since Alexis had told him to leave her alone, that she needed time. But the days spent in the confinements of his old bedroom had melded in to one another and still lost on what had caused him to discard all his inhibitions that night, Izaak could not have cared less what day of the week it was.
But as he forced himself out of bed that morning, plagued with yet another dream of Alexis, Izaak knew that he had to see his best friend. She was perhaps the only person he could truly confide in after all that had happened way back on Valentines Day. She knew him inside and out, she knew how to comfort him, how to make him smile. And with the exception of Alexis, Casey Carlin was all that he needed right now.
Clothed in a grey hooded jacket and a black pair of jeans, Izaaks attire seemed to fit his mood perfectly and as he watched the ominous clouds roll in, threatening their downpour with a series of unnerving rumbles, he noted that the weather did as well. Even the blue of his irises seemed much less prominent amongst the monotonous shades that crowded the nineteen year old. Sitting right on the ledge of the Harbour, watching the dull-hued water swirl a few foot beneath his worn, black converses, Izaak allowed the heartache to overwhelm him. The fact that he might never feel Alexis against him again, that he might not ever come close to her lips or sit squashed up on one side of the spacey couch together like they usually did had him struggling for air. She said she had needed time, but how much time was that exactly. Izaak brought his knees up to his chin and hugged them defensively against his chest as a chilled breeze shot through the vicinity. All the while praying that his best friend would come to his rescue.