It was late when Izzy crept out of the Institute. The stars were out and the crisp night air made her shiver. Dreaming in her coat, she picked up her pace and rounded the corner. She remembered buying the coat, she was in Paris. It was spring and she instantly spotted the future trend, attracted to the velvet looking blue velvet and pretty mid-length skirt: just her style. She sighed at the thought of how easy things used to be; before Clary, before Valentine, before him...
Light rain started to fall, so she ran the last few blocks, until she stood, slightly out of breath outside his door. With uncertainty, she knocked lightly on the door. She waited nervously for a few seconds, biting her nails. Just as she was about to back out and leave, a rather ruffled looking Simon swung the door open with a yawn. Maybe he'd been asleep.
"Izzy?" She scrutinised his reaction. He certainly seemed surprised to find her on his doorstep at such a late hour, but not unhappy, she thought.
"Hey Simon..." She trailed off, not quite knowing what to say.
A look of concern spread across Simons face, "what's wrong Izz?"
She looked at the floor when she spoke, with her fingers twisting.
"I couldn't sleep," she mumbled. Her cheeks turned a faint pink but her next words seemed to tumble from her mouth, as though she has no control over them. Maybe she didn't. "I just wanted to be near you. I just wanted you."
Whilst spoke was speaking, Simon noticed a tear fall from her lashes and roll shown to the tip of her nose. Without warning, he pulled her into his arms and kissed it away.
Izzy looked up at him with wide eyes as he touched his forehead to hers.
"Simon-" she began, but Simon silenced her with a gentle kiss. A kiss that said you can trust me, a kiss that said I'm here, a kiss that said stay.
As he pulled her into the apartment, she began telling him she loved him, not with words but in the only way she knew how.