Chapter 2: Simon's p.o.v
The door creaked opened revealing Isabel slowly.
"What do you want Simon?" She asked.
This wasn't going to work. She won't want to. This is a stupid idea. Bu t…. I'm going to hell anyways, so might as well try.I thought.
"I have a problem. Today Clary and I were going to have a BFF day, but she's with Jace." I said.
"Why is she with Jace right now?" She asked.
"When is she not with Jace? That doesn't matter right now." I said but pressed on,
"we're going to watch a movie, but that's not going to happen. No one is here, and I'm asking you if you want to hang out? We don't have to talk or anything; I just really don't want to be alone."
She took in a deep breath then said, "Yes, come in.
I made my way into her room and sat on a couch. Then I looked and observed her.
She looked like the old Isabel, but looked like the life was sucked out of her. I've have never seen anyone this depressed. All the happiness and attitude had been sucked away. I hate to admit it, but Jace was right. She had bags under her eyes and had gotten way slimmer than before. She had definitely not been eating or sleeping very much. She was still beautiful though. I thought.
"So how's your life downlander?" She asked.
I responded using my usual sarcastic comments. Then we started talking. I even got her to laugh and smile a couple times.
"Oh my gosh I missed this!" She cried, dying of laughter.
"Huh?" I asked confused.
"Laughing. It's been a while." She answered. "I haven't REALLYlaughed since Max….." She trailed off. She stopped laughing and then I saw tears build up in those beautiful eyes.
I got up and kneeled down at her feet, held her hands, and said, "Izzy, I know it's hard. It's really hard. I can't even imagine how you feel. I'm really sorry. It's not fair. It's ok to cry and grieve; no one blames you for that. I know you don't want to hear this, but it wasn't your fault. I know you believe it is, but soon you will see it wasn't."
I hesitated but continued, "When I asked Alec what was Max like he said 'he was a happy free spirit. He just loved to live and enjoy life.' I think Max would like you to do that."
She nodded, but was still crying.
"Let me take you to lunch." I said.
She nodded. I brushed the tears off her face and helped her up. I opened the door for her as we left the Institution.
In about an hour I gotten Isabel talking, laughing, crying, out of the institute and we were on our way to lunch. Hell it's a start. She needed a friend or someone who can understand her; who isn't in the same place. That friend was me. Yea I know right! It surprised me too.