Hey everyone! It's been a long time, I know, but I've been working on this for a while and I had to share it. It's already on my Ao3 account and has been for a couple of days, so you might have already seen it there on my account with the same name :) Anywayyyyy: I never really shipped Scisaac/McLahey until this season and I'm sorry but it may be the hottest pairing alive! Tyler Posey and Daniel freakin Sharman are both absolutely beautiful men *cries inside* :P This isn't one of them fluffy Scott heals Isaac's scars fanfiction. It's kinda sad in places and Isaac has a rough time... but don't worry! Because "good people will always find happiness at the end".

There are a number of songs that inspired this/helped me cure writers' block/are just freaking awesome songs that you need to listen to while reading this (or reading other things) and they are:

Breathe Me - Sia (this is where the title comes from and is probably the most haunting and thought-provoking song I've ever heard. It just screams Isaac to me)

Black Flies - Ben Howard

Another Love - Tom Odell

Family - Noah Gunderson

Latch - Sam Smith (Acoustic Version without Disclosure)

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the actors (even though I wish I did)

Isaac was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't know where he was going; he just let his legs walk and subconsciously decide where to take him, because he didn't want to face the reality that he had no real place to call home. There was his old house a few blocks back, empty and abandoned, waiting for him to return one day. The house was untouched after his father's death; the scars were still too fresh to contemplate moving in and changing things. His father's scent still lingered about the place, triggering painful memories that Isaac tried to keep locked away in the part of his brain that wouldn't remember them.

Like Derek throwing him out, telling him that it's too difficult to look after both him and Cora. That really surprised him, because Isaac tried his best to keep out of Derek's hair and Derek knew how badly Isaac had been let down by his father. Derek fucking knew this, but he still threw him out, he let him down too. And when Isaac asked him why, when Isaac asked for the reason, Derek just exploded, triggering another memory. The last ever memory Isaac has of his father, of his father erupting and throwing a glass at him, not caring if he maimed or missed. Isaac could react, but there was nothing he could do; Derek is stronger, just like his father was always stronger. Isaac just closed his eyes and wiped away the tear that was falling down his cheek. He picked up his bag of belongings – a single bag, a single fucking bag of the things that belonged to him in his seventeen years on the planet. If things weren't so hopelessly tragic, he would probably start to laugh.

Isaac started running and thoughts began racing around his brain. Images and sounds merged into one. His father yelling words at him, the sounds of his friends as they were hurt, the hatred in peoples' eyes, the whispers of people in school. Isaac just wanted to block it out, to forget, to have a reason to forget.

"Isaac, what's the matter? Is everything all right?"

Isaac opened his eyes and found himself outside Scott's house. Melissa McCall was standing at the doorstep with a cup of tea and a magazine in one hand and a smile on her face. He didn't realise where he was headed and he didn't know why he was here of all places. Sure Scott and he had formed a bond and he trusted Scott, but what if Stiles was here? What if Scott told him to go away?

"You know what? I think you should come in; you're drenched and probably freezing. Go on upstairs, Scott is in his room finishing off homework and he has plenty of clothes you can borrow." She smiled warmly again and reached out her hand to pull him inside.

Isaac just looked at her and tried not to cry, she was such a sweet lady. She petted his cheek and pointed to the stairs. Isaac took the steps two at a time and walked slowly through the hall before reaching Scott's door. He knocked twice, unsure of what to do next. Knots twisted in his stomach as he thought about Scott's possible reaction.

"Come in, mom" Scott called, shutting down his laptop and turning round at the same time that the door opened.

"Not exactly" Isaac whispered with a small smile on his face.

"Isaac! What's wrong? You're soaked" Scott nearly shouted in surprise.

"Long story and I really don't want to talk about it right now. Can I stay here tonight... would that be okay?" Isaac asked, his voice soft and his eyes broken.

Scott felt his heart break as Isaac asked those last four words.

"Of course you can, don't be stupid. Here, have these," he threw a shirt and jeans on the bed, "The water is warm so you can have a shower."

Isaac nodded and made his way to the bathroom, leaving the clothes on the bed. Scott noticed he left them and walked to the bathroom, but the sound of running water stopped him. He turned round and bumped into his mom.

"He can stay here as long as he needs," Melissa whispered, "It's no problem. I think something happened with Derek, that's who he was staying with, right?"

"I don't know" Scott replied, honestly. "He didn't say..."

"Well don't push him, okay? He just needs some comfort and y-"

Scott pointed to his ears and nodded abruptly, "I know, mom."

Melissa smiled at her son, "You know how much I love you, don't you?"

Scott walked back to his room and turned around before speaking, "Yes, I know."

...

Isaac emerged from the shower half an hour later, smelling distinctly of vanilla and lemon and Scott sniffed appreciatively. Unfortunately Isaac has grabbed one of his mom's towels by accident and he entered the room with a very short towel, much to his embarrassment.

"You left your clothes in here," Scott said, "Don't worry; I won't look while you get changed."

Scott placed a hand over his eyes and peeked through jokingly. Isaac wasn't aware of this and dropped his towel to the floor, displaying everything to Scott. Scott yelped and turned around quickly, feeling stupid.

"Err, is everything okay?" Isaac asked.

"Fine, I just stood on something... I, uh, don't have much room, but you can sleep in my bed tonight. Just until we can get the spare room sorted for you."

Isaac's mouth opened wide, "You'd do that? For me?"

Scott smiled, "Of course, dude. You should never have to be on your own, Isaac."

He blushed and stared at Scott, "T-thank you, I just didn't know where to go. It was so c-cold and Derek..." He trailed off and Scott pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, it's okay. Talking about it probably makes it worse; you should just sleep for now."

They settled down on the bed, with Isaac's head leaning on Scott's stomach and Scott rubbing circles on the taller boy's cheek. Isaac mumbled a few incoherent words and fell into a deep sleep. Scott continued circling his cheek and reached over the bedside table to find his copy of Lord of the Flies he was supposed to be reading for English.

...

Scott opened his eyes the next morning to find a long arm draped around his back. He slowly sat up, wondering what happened the night before. Beside him was a snoring Isaac and everything clicked into place. He lifted his phone to check what the time was. It was half eleven in the morning and he should have been in school two and a half hours ago. Beside him was a note from his mom – 'Make sure he's okay. Mum x'.

Scott nodded appreciatively, glad how his mom was so concerned about Isaac. He lightly patted Isaac on the head, waking the sleeping boy up gently.

Isaac's body went rigid, "Scott?"

"Right here buddy" Scott answered.

They both got up quickly and got changed, not able to look each other quite in the eye. Scott cleared his throat and Isaac spoke quickly.

"Do you think we get what we deserve?"

Scott just looked at him, "Uh, what?"

Isaac asked again, "Do you think we get what we deserve? Like karma?"

Scott took a while to answer, trying to find the right word to use.

"I'm not sure... I mean, the verisimilitude of a reaction happening based on how good or bad the action was depends on if you believe in a higher power correcting every right and wrong. I'd like to think that you 'reap what you sow', but it seems like bad things do only happen to good people, the people who least deserve it."

Isaac looked impressed, "Glad to see you're using yesterdays 'word of the day'," he laughed and continued, "but I guess you're right. I just wonder why nothing ever seems to work out."

"There are things that work out for you, though. I mean, the bite didn't kill you, you always get good grades and you made it onto the lacrosse team. When it comes to you, you can do whatever you want to do. It's just other people, Isaac, that let you down." Scott said.

"I guess..." Isaac agreed.

"You know what I think? People say that you hurt the people you love, but I call that bullshit. No one has the right to hurt someone they're supposed to care for. I promise that I will never hurt you, okay?"

Scott held his hand out as a sign of a deal. Isaac smirked and shook it firmly.

"I'm holding you to that, McCall."

And in that moment, both boys felt an invisible binding to that one statement.

...

The days and weeks passed and Isaac found himself still at the McCall household, not that either Scott or Melissa minded. Melissa found Isaac to be a cleaner and more helpful version of Scott, and Scott found it great fun to have someone who was even worse than him at video games to play with. Their evenings consisted of homework and then hours playing Xbox, not that either boy minded.

Someone who did mind was Stiles. He found his time with his best friend to be less and any time Scott was there, Isaac was there too. It wasn't like Stiles didn't like Isaac – of course he did – he just wanted his nights with his best friend back.

One night Scott returned home a lot later than usual. Isaac asked him if everything was okay and Scott just mumbled "Allison". Isaac nodded, understanding Scott and Allison's intense and sometimes volatile relationship.

"I think this calls for something a little stronger," Isaac smirked after both boys finished drinking a can of soda. He went into the bag upstairs that was reserved for parties and lifted out a bottle of Cactus Jacks and winked.

Scott groaned, but grabbed the bottle at the same time. Maybe getting drunk would take his mind of things.

A few hours and bottles later and both boys were lying on the floor of the living room, pretty thankful that Melissa was working the night shift at the hospital.

"She dumped me, for good this time." Scott blurted out, his face screwing up.

"What? I'm sure that's not the truth, you'll get back together soon." Isaac's voice was slurred and faintly uninterested.

"I don't know. I thought she was the one! I thought we were gonna get married and have little werewolf puppies and that she was my mate and everything was going to be perfect."

Isaac frowned, "But you're seventeen years old, Scott. You've dated one person and you're calling it quits on the rest of the population?"

"There's no one else, not really." Scott paused, "I mean, there are other people I find attractive, but I don't love them. I love her."

The words caught Isaac off guard and he sat up, propping himself on his elbows and turning towards Scott. Everything was blurry and disorientated; it was the first time he'd got properly drunk in ages. Scott was beside him, so close he could practically taste Scott's breath. Scott was sitting with his head slightly up and Isaac moved closer, dying to touch him.

"Isaac?"

Isaac ignored him, moving closer until his hand was on Scott's leg, rubbing circles just like Scott had done to his cheek. Isaac's head angled and he moved in to lick Scott's neck from top to bottom and lightly pepper it with wet kisses.

"What are you doing?"

Isaac silenced him by placing a finger to Scott's lips and Scott shut up pretty quickly. Isaac began biting the skin on his neck hard; it wouldn't mark due to his healing ability and Scott found himself loving it even more. Isaac moved his head again and was face to face with Scott. Both guys just looked at each other for a few seconds before moving closer. Isaac's lips met Scott's and parted, their tongues meeting and dancing together. Scott gasped and found himself even more turned on than he would have thought. It was a sloppy and drunken make-out and Isaac found himself wanting more.

"Clothes... .go." The words coming out all mashed together.

Scott complied easily, his shirt and jeans slipping off quickly. Isaac looked down and he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"What?" Scott asked

"Nothing," Isaac laughed.

Isaac slipped out of his T-Shirt and chinos and Scott began kissing down his chest at varying pressure. He reached down to his boxers and hooked a finger underneath before pulling them down. Isaac reached a hand out and grabbed Scott's wrist.

"I don't think we sh-" Isaac panted.

"I want you so badly. So badly." Scott pleaded.

Isaac knew it was the alcohol, he knew that Scott was in a land where Isaac was Allison and Allison was everything. He didn't want to have sex with Scott while both of them were drunk and clearly out of their heads. He didn't want to have sex in the middle of the McCall living room and he certainly didn't want to lose his virginity to a drunken mistake.

He sat up and pushed Scott off him and Scott pouted, clearly upset at the lack of reciprocation from Isaac. He sighed and grabbed his shirt from the sofa, patting around in search of the blue shirt.

"You don't want me, that's it?" Scott accused harshly, his tone rising in his desperation and slight embarrassment at being turned down.

"You're drunk," Isaac retorted, "and completely in love with Allison - not me."

Scott's lip curled, "That's not true. You know you're hot and you know how much I care about you..."

Scott trailed off, unsure of what to say. Isaac found that the alcohol was wearing off too and he was beginning to think more clearly. He wondered if the same was for Scott, if what Scott was saying was actually true.

"So, you're what? Into me, into guys? You're gay?" Isaac asked sharply.

"No!"

Scott almost yelled, his voice raising a few decibels and his hands clenching into fists. Isaac just raised a single eyebrow.

"I don't know, okay? Just you." Scott finally admitted.

Isaac had been waiting for this moment, the moment that Scott McCall confessed his love or just desire for him. However, it didn't feel right; the moment was tainted by alcohol and the awkwardness in the air. Isaac found it hard to look at Scott, the obvious uncertainty and confusion ruining what was supposed to be jubilation.

"It's because we're both guys, isn't it?" Isaac asked

Scott just nodded, not wanting to say anything else. And Isaac understood, he understood because he'd found himself wondering the same for the past four months, ever since Scott freaking McCall entered his life and created little holes in his heart with his "I don't want you to get hurt" speeches. Maybe if one of them was a girl, or if things were different and they didn't live in a world of hatred and judgement, then maybe they could be together, maybe people would understand. Isaac understood what Scott was feeling, but it didn't make him feel any better about it. Being with Allison was the 'right' thing for him, the normal thing, but who said the normal thing is always the best? Isn't it about risk taking and chance, about trusting something with everything you have, about having faith, blind faith that something will work out even if the chances are against it.

Isaac wasn't a believer, and neither was Scott. They couldn't risk this, not knowing if it would work out or not. But when Scott put his hand on top of Isaac's and looked at him with his chocolate-brown puppy eyes, Isaac found himself freeing from the chains that were holding him back. He suddenly didn't care what other people thought, he didn't care if Scott was drunk or in love with Allison, and he didn't freaking care that he probably loved Scott more than Scott could ever love him.

Maybe Isaac was a believer after all.

...

Isaac woke up to the sounds of talking and a frying pan. He was still on the living room floor, obviously having fell asleep after his love-confession to Scott. Scott. Crap, he thought. His head was pounding, the light coming through from the sun was literally burning his eyes and he felt like death. He thought that being a werewolf made you immune to a hangover; obviously they had drank a lot last night. He scrambled to his feet quickly, not wanting Melissa to think him lazy or unhelpful.

"Scott? Melissa?" He called out, not sure whether to enter the kitchen or not.

"Kitchen," came Scott's reply.

Isaac entered the kitchen and Scott immediately turned his body to face away from him. He wasn't sure if it was in embarrassment or dislike and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know. Melissa smiled at him brightly and announced that she was going to bed because she was shattered, and that both boys had to clear the mess in the living room.

"I am pretty proud of you boys, though." She said, and Isaac and Scott both looked at each other in confusion.

"I mean," she continued, "you could have gone out last night and got drunk, but you decided to do it in the living room. At least you didn't get hurt or hurt anyone else... apart from my living room."

She smirked slightly, obviously not worried at their antics. They were teenage boys after all.

"You're going to tidy it up today while I sleep. If I wake up and there is a single stain on the carpet, I will kill both of you."

And with that she walked up the stairs, giggling to herself in amusement. She wasn't serious, but she loved their reaction to it.

As soon as Melissa left, Scott turned away from Isaac and opened the fridge door, taking out some orange juice. He poured himself a glass, his hands shaking, and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Scott?" Isaac called softly, but Scott just ignored him.

...

Isaac accepted that maybe Scott was just having a hard time processing; he was willing to accept that because any other explanation to why he was giving him the cold shoulder really wasn't going to cut it. They tidied up the living room for the rest of the day, not really speaking. Every time Isaac cracked a joke Scott would open his mouth, as if to reply, before shutting it just as quickly and returning to the job in hand. Isaac found that pretty hard to swallow.

Around quarter to three, Scott's phone began to ring and he was upstairs doing something. Isaac lifted it and of course, it was Allison. He pressed 'answer' button and held it to his ear.

"Scott?" a female voice came from the speaker.

"It's your lucky day, Allison. It's Isaac. Scott's upstairs, he'll be a minute. Did you want something?" Isaac's voice was sugary sweet, humouring the brunette.

"I, uh, called to see how he was... you know after yesterday. Isaac, I, um, think I made a mistake..." Allison stuttered.

Isaac's heart dropped and so did his desire to continue the conversation with Allison.

"I, er, have to go. Sorry. I'll get Scott to call you back later." He quickly hit 'end call' and looked at the phone in his lap.

Curiosity got the better of him and Isaac found himself snooping through Scott's messages. He found his messages to Allison and scrolled to the most recent ones... the ones from today.

'Allison, I really love you. I know we can make this work. Plz call me later. Scott x'

Sent at 08:36 this morning, the time was like a kick in the stomach for Isaac. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Scott come down the stairs.

"Dude, what's wrong? Did Allison call?" Scott asked.

"Maybe, did you call Allison?" Isaac retorted.

"Dude! What did you say to her?" Scott asked again.

"You can't answer a question with another question, Scott. And she wanted to speak to you, but she got to speak to me. She-she wanted to talk about this."

He held the phone up, with Scott's text on the screen.

"I-I didn't-"

Isaac cut him off. "So what do you say? She's willing to give you another chance... isn't that what you want? You obviously love her, in your own strange way."

Scott just mouthed for a few seconds, unable to really say anything.

"I'm pretty certain what you'll say to her and I don't really want to hear it right now. What I really want to know is about last night. What was that for you? An experiment? Cause you don't experiment with people's feelings, Scott. You experiment with food and with clothes."

Isaac paused, catching his breath before continuing, "Is this what I am, the Allison back-up? Well, news flash, Scott, I am not a back-up."

He walked over to the cupboards and opened them.

"Hello? Are you hiding anyone else in here? Letting anyone else stay in your house while you screw with their emotions and then crawl back to your ex-girlfriend?"

Scott grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, "Stop talking, please. You-you know how I feel, Isaac. It's just... I love her, okay? No matter what I feel for you, I'll always feel something for her. I can't just ignore it and I can't just... I don't know."

Isaac nodded slowly, "I get it. Totally. I mean, I wouldn't pick me either."

And there it was - the hard exterior, the wall that Isaac always put up. He could only let people in so far, and then he would block them out or put on a sarcastic front. Isaac was trying his best to keep his wall strong and to not show Scott just how much he was really hurting. Scott noticed that sometimes the walls that seem the strongest are the ones that break with the slightest knock. And Isaac's walls have been knocked one too many times.

...

A few hours later, Melissa and Scott were in the living room and she was ecstatic at the cleanliness of her living room. She kissed Scott on the head and told him he was wonderful and called Isaac down to thank him. After a couple of minutes, Isaac came down the stairs carrying a few bags.

"Isaac?" Melissa asked, "What's wrong?"

Scott stood up quickly and left the room, not wanting to look at Isaac or his mom.

"I, uh, think it would be best if I return to Derek now. I'm so th-thankful for everything you've done for me, Melissa. You've been like a mother to me, but I just need to clear my head and I don't want to overstay my welcome." Isaac stuttered. He'd tried to prepare what to say to her, he'd tried to really convey how thankful he was towards her.

"Does this have something to do with Scott?" Melissa asked.

Isaac blushed faintly, "You should ask Scott and see what he thinks. I really should get g-going now; I don't wanna keep you back any longer."

"If it's what you want." Melissa just said and Isaac nodded.

It wasn't what he wanted, and with a heavy heart he walked out of the McCall home, probably the only home he'd ever been a part of.

...

Isaac once heard on television that the only way to get over heartbreak was separation, a clean break - 'If you can go for thirty days without speaking to the person, then you can go a lifetime' was the phrase he'd heard. Isaac hadn't spoken to Scott in over a month and the pain was still there.

They mostly avoided each other in school. If one of them was in the bathroom, the other would run out quickly, avoiding all eye contact. They would avoid each other's stares in the hallway and in classrooms. Stiles quickly learned to not mention Isaac to Scott, and the other werewolves knew not to mention Scott to Isaac.

Isaac settled back into his old routine before he was at the McCall's and Derek welcomed him back a little more warmly than he'd expected. Maybe Derek knew what happened between him and Scott. Nevertheless, Derek never mentioned it or hinted at anything, he just acted a lot nicer than usual. The pain didn't go away, it only intensified. Isaac found it weird because it wasn't like he lost Scott - Scott was never his to lose. Scott was Allison's and that was that.

Most nights, Isaac would wake up screaming, his old nightmares reoccurring with Scott taking a lead role. They would often end in Isaac being locked in the white freezer in his basement by Scott, not his father. He would yell and scream for hours, begging to be released. Scott would relent and open the freezer and Isaac would be met with an image of Allison and Scott gazing intently into each other's eyes. The pain slashed through Isaac's heart like a knife, cutting and destroying all feeling. Isaac wanted the pain to go away, he wanted to feel numb and emotionless, and he didn't want to feel like a fucking fifteen year old girl.

Isaac thought back to his first night staying with Scott and how Scott had promised him he would never hurt him. Isaac laughed at the memory, at how stupid and naive he was to believe Scott. Scott had called hurting someone you love 'bullshit' and had condemned people who did it, yet he did hit himself.

Isaac's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Peter Hale in his room.

"I see you're still moping," he noted.

Isaac just scowled at the undead Hale.

"And I see you're still bottling your emotions up. That's going to make for a nice full moon tomorrow. I can't wait." Peter drawled, trying to get some reaction out of Isaac.

Isaac just looked past him, not saying anything.

"You can ignore me all you want. I still won't go away." Peter said.

"And what are you hoping to achieve? A black eye? A reaction? Go away, Peter. Not even your own nephew likes you, why don't you just leave?" Isaac snapped.

Peter smirked, "That's a bit harsh coming from the boy who was kicked out by the boy that refused to kill Deucalion because he didn't want to 'murder' anyone... but continue."

Isaac felt his blood boil and his grip on his human side slip. His fangs elongated and his eyes flashed amber.

"Your problem, Isaac, is that you can't handle the truth. You've been hurt, so now you always expect the worst or best of everyone else. We all aren't black and white like you; most of us contain shades of grey."

Peter paused before continuing, "And as for Scott? He's pining over you as much as you are pining over him. You're just both too stubborn to realise it."

...

A few days later, Isaac was reading in his room when someone knocked on the door abruptly.

"If you've come to lecture me again, Peter, then go to hell." Isaac called.

The door opened slowly and Scott was standing in the hall, looking unsure and scared.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

Isaac thought about slamming the door in his face for a second before nodding and patting the bed beside him.

"Sooo... what do you want?"

"I want to apologise. Is that okay?" Scott looked at Isaac intently.

"Uh, sure. You don't have to. I get it. Totally." Isaac said, mirroring the words he used against Scott the last time they spoke.

Scott spoke softly, "I want to. I mean, I need to. I need to tell you that I'm sorry for acting like a total asshole, for freaking out about drunkenly kissing you and about making you feel like you had to leave. I didn't mean for any of it to happen."

"I know," Isaac replied, "You freaked out at the possibility of being in love with another guy and you wanted to push that feeling as far away as possible, me being included in that."

Scott took a deep breath, "It's not just that - I love Allison. If I didn't have her, then maybe our ship would have sailed a long time ago, but I can't just jump ship at the chance of something a little bit different."

"You can be in love with two people at the same time, Scott. You just don't realise it and, hell, I don't blame you. I'm a guy and you're a guy, and everything about us shouldn't work. But it does, it works better than anything I know. You've just got to give it a chance."

Isaac was knocked and his walls came tumbling down, the bricks crumbling and turning to dust. His voice was low and he was pleading with Scott, he was fucking pleading for him to take a leap of faith and just believe in it. Believe in him, really. He knew it was in vain and he knew that Scott was just here to sort things out, to make sure that Isaac wasn't crazy or suicidal because that's just how fucking nice Scott is. Scott genuinely cares about people and that makes Isaac feel sick. He wants Scott to be an asshole, a real asshole who is selfish and uncaring... and Scott isn't, not really.

"If it wasn't for her, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm completely in love with her, then it would happen. You do know that? We're just mixed up, Isaac. Our timing is off, just a fraction." Scott said.

Our timing is off. That's a new one for Isaac. He felt the tears coming long before they made an appearance, and he wanted Scott out of his room and out of the house before they made an appearance.

"I think you need to leave," he said to Scott, quite rudely.

"I, uh, yeah maybe for the best," Scott said quickly.

Isaac walked Scott to the door without looking at him. He opened the door and spoke loudly, not really caring who heard.

"I've spent my whole life loving people who are incapable of loving me back, why would I think that you are any different?" Isaac asked, before slamming the door shut in Scott's face.

...

The next few hours were painful. Isaac took a shower, trying to cleanse his body and mind and not succeeding at either. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see Scott and hear Scott's voice, low and in the background. Isaac wondered if this is how it felt to be insane and if it was, he wasn't sure if he hated it or loved it? The duration of time with Scott or his voice was a high, but the time after was a low. Each second of happiness was marred with hours of pain. Was the temptation worth it? Every time he closed his eyes, his body was telling him no, telling him to quit giving in and be strong... but being weak was so delicious sometimes.

But time passes, even if it passes slowly. Seconds combine into hours and hours combine into days and suddenly you find yourself sitting in Math on Friday afternoon when, a blink of an eye ago, you were in French on Friday morning.

School helped because Isaac was never in any of Scott's classes to be affected, really. It also kept his mind of things, albeit marginally. He could still smell Scott and hear his heartbeat throb painfully loudly in his ears, but it was manageable. Isaac promised himself that he would never take a breakdown in public; he would save it for the forest or the Hale bathroom where he could be as loud as he wanted without caring.

This is all for Part I! Part II will be on the way sooooon (when I get enough reviews/happy thoughts) :D