LOGINISABELLEI ate dinner in my room that night. I didn't plan to. I just stood at the top of the stairs, heard Lily's voice drifting up from the kitchen asking Lucas to set the table, heard the clatter of plates and my father's murmured response, and turned around and went back to my room and closed the door.I wasn't hungry anyway.I sat on my bed with my back against the headboard and my phone in my lap and stared at the wall opposite me. The same wall Lucas's room was on the other side of. I thought about that for exactly one second and then stopped thinking about it.My phone had forty seven notifications I hadn't opened.I turned it face down. A knock came at my door around eight.I knew it wasn't my father because my father knocked like he was apologizing for the interruption. This knock was different, it was Lucas. "I know you're awake."I stayed completely still. He didn't use the spare key this time.His footsteps moved away from the door, back down the corridor, and then his o
ISABELLEShe turned and left, I moved my feet slowly. My cheek was still burning when I walked out of that bathroom.I kept my head down, my hand not touching my face because touching it would make it even more real, and I needed it to not be real for at least the next three minutes. I made it to the end of the corridor, turned the corner, and stood against the wall with my bag pressed to my chest.I breathed but the sting didn't go anywhere.Tyler found me before fourth period.He took one look at my face and stopped walking."What happened to your cheek?"I reached for my notepad.*Nothing, I am fine.*He looked at me for a long moment, his jaw working. "Was it that girl we saw earlier? That was peeking and staring, what was her name again, Sienna?"I didn't write anything."That's a yes," he said quietly. He exhaled through his nose and looked down the corridor briefly. "We should tell someone."I shook my head immediately."Why not? She clearly hurt you."I wrote fast.*Because i
ISABELLEI woke up before my alarm went off. The problem was that Lucas Graham was asleep right beside me, his arm still loose around my waist, his breathing slow and even, his face looked almost gentle. He never looked like this when he was awake.I stayed completely still for a moment, to confirm I wasn't dreaming and that this was in fact my ceiling and my bed and the unmistakable sadness of last night still sitting in my chest.Then I carefully lifted his arm, set it down behind me, and slid off the bed.He didn't stir. I stood in front of the mattress and looked at him for exactly three seconds longer than I should have. Then I grabbed my towel from the chair and went to the bathroom and stood under the shower until the water went cold.Lucas was already in the hallway when I came back out. I didn't hear him leave and I preferred it that way.He has his hockey jacket on, eyes were stuck on his phone.His gaze flickered to me, and I raised an eyebrow trying to greet him when he
ISABELLEI stared at her in the kitchen counter and didn't move.“I figured there'll be no use for them and I didn't want a full store," Lily said again, softer this time, like repetition made it gentler.I turned around fully. She was already looking back at her phone.I crossed to the table and pulled out my notepad, my hand already unsteady.*What things specifically.*She looked up. "Just the boxes from the storage closet. Old things. I didn't go through them individually, I just packed everything."*What boxes.*"Isabelle,” She set her phone down and folded her hands. "The ones stacked by the back wall with the brown tape. There were about four or five of them."My stomach dropped straight through the floor.Those were my mother's clothes. Her books. The photo albums my father hadn't been able to look at for three years but also hadn't been able to throw away. Her handwriting on the spines of things. Even her smell, somehow still caught in fabric after all this time.I was alread
ISABELLE The table went completely still. My father's face shifted, a small flicker he covered with a nod in my direction. As if he was encouraging what she just said. Like this was healthy, like this was exactly what I needed. My fingers found my pen, but I didn't write anything. "You don't have to go into detail," Lily continued. "I just think talking about her could help. David says you haven't really opened up." I wrote fast and turned the notepad around. *I'd rather not.* Lily smiled patiently. "I understand it's hard. But keeping it inside isn't helping you either, sweetheart." "She said she'd rather not," Lucas said flatly, not looking up from his plate. Lily looked at him. "Lucas, I am talking to Isabelle," "She wrote it clearly enough." "I'm trying to help her." "By asking about her dead mother at dinner?" He picked up his fork. "Great method, mom." "Lucas, that's enough," my father said quietly. Lucas said nothing else. He just scoffed and kept eating. I stared
ISABELLEThe game came faster than I expected.I almost talked myself out of it three times before I even left the house. I stood in front of my locker in a grey hoodie and dark jeans and told myself it was just a hockey game, I had watched hockey before. I was familiar with the concept.The fact that I had agreed to go for someone who wasn't Lucas Graham was entirely the point.The rink was loud by the time I got there.I found a spot in the middle of the bleachers, and tucked my bag under the seat. The crowd was already restless, someone blowing an airhorn two rows back, the usual noise that bounced off the ceiling and made everything feel larger than it was.Then the team came out, the cheer that went up was automatic. This school had perfected over years of watching Lucas Graham own the ice. I watched him skate out with the others, easy in his movement, his name already being called from somewhere in the upper rows.I looked away before it could become the whole picture.Tyler w







