Simon tensed as she wiped away a tear. He knew this was hard for her, it was harder for him. He didn't know who he was, everything he knew was what little information he remembered and could piece together. He knew she had once loved him, and he loved her.. he remembered kissing her, the sweet taste of her lips mixed with blood, and roses.
The sadness in her eyes made his stomach turn. He could tell she hadn't been taking care of herself, she looked horrible.. He felt as if it were his fault. Isabelle opened her mouth, and looked at alec. "How da-" Simon stopped her, holding out a hand. She looked at him, cautiously. "Izzy" He said softly, the name itself was like a memory. He could taste her lips when he said it, he could taste her blood, he could taste the way she smelled. He saw flashes of what seemed like a movie, scenes of him saying her name, the way her hair sashayed in her ponytail as she walked, the way she said his name. He breathed, and stepped daringly towards her. "Look I know, I know you don't want to do this, but Please I.." He stopped and quickly observed everyone leaving the room, with hushed tones, and tension thick in the air. She sat down on the lounge, her knees were weak and she couldn't hold herself up anymore. He crouched down in front of her, kneeling almost. "I know how hard this is, it's hard for me too.. But I can't just go on about my life when all I think about is… well it's you." Simon said. And she felt a few tears slip from her burning eyes, because it was sucha Simon thing to say. She felt his hands close around hers, and she realized she had reached for him. She flinched, and he knew that meant she was going to take her hands from his, he tightened his grasp. "I want to remember, I am remembering, I just need your help.. Please Isabelle, Izzy, help." His voice cracked and his big brown eyes met hers. She was crying, and he remembered that was not something that she did often. He reached up and wiped away her tears. She leant into his touch, the feel of warmth in his hands was something she had missed more than words could describe. She nodded, she wanted to speak, assure him, but it wouldn't come.. she knew what would come with this, she knew it would hurt her more than it already was. She was stuck between what was and what never would be again. But No matter how much suffering she went through, she never wanted to let go of those memories, and she knew he would feel the same.
She spoke finally, her voice cracked, and it was unsteady, her tears dripping like a faucet. "I will.. I promise" she said, cupping his face. So many memories broke her heart, she remembered them so perfectly, she could feel his lips, his hands, hear his laugh, and only she could feel it like this.
Simon and Isabelle sat in the sitting room for hours, until her head kept falling on his shoulder. He didn't mind, whenever he touched her, memories seemed to flow more freely. He sat next to her, his thumb rubbing over her sharp cheekbones over and over, his head resting lightly on top of hers. She jolted awake when Magnus Bane rudely slammed shut a dusty book. She looked at Simon's shirt, the wrinkles, and a bit of drool. She blushed, and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth quickly. He smiled at her, and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, he then awkwardly pulled back and muttered something she couldn't hear. She stood, working out the kinks in her back.
Things were strange, well, strange was an understatement. Simon felt no matter what he did he was making her mad, and he hated that. He hated it all, himself, the situation, the sad looks in his 'friends' eyes… He was more than aggravated that he didn't know things, things everyone else had experienced and he had too, but that he didn't understand or completely grasp. It was unfair… And he hated it.
The grief and sadness, the hardness that isabelle wore on her face. He wished he could take it away, restore his own memories and her faith in him. He tried to remember the day they met, but he couldn't control the order in which the memories came, in which they did slowly.
That's why he needed her, to help him piece it all together.