The fog was clear as well as the path to happiness. I could finally breathe again.
Well, almost breathe again.
That was it. I was completely done morning, being depressed and being angry. Well, at least I thought I was. I wanted to teach myself to love again. Even if that meant loving someone who has stabbed my heart with a knife. As much as it bled, I couldn't bring myself to hate Isaac and be depressed all over again. It was then, lying backwards on the pathetic rickety swing set of my backyard, that I realized that life with Isaac would probably always be like this; someone screws up, other person gets sad, get back together again. The next time, the other person would screw up. So many things in this hell of a world were inevitable; mistakes were one of them.
A couple weeks had passed since Isaac and I made up. Everything was mild again, we were in love again, I even forgot that I was sick and pregnant, and that he was blind. Love made me forget all of that. Isaac's beautiful face, heart-warming smile, contagious laugh, and charming personality made me forget all of that. And for those reasons, Isaac was my savior.
The warm summer night of the fourth of July, Isaac decided to wonder into my backyard again, and of course, I was waiting there for him. It was amazing how he could memorize paths like that. The warm breeze ruffled his dark hair as he sat down next to me, carrying something. Moonlight made him glow with radiance but he'd never know. From beside him, he pulled out a basket.
"Hey, Hazel." he whispered in a low tone.
"Hey, Isaac." I said in the same hushed tone he had used on me. I scooted closer to him whilst watching the stars above us sparkle in the deep night sky. I rested my head on his warm shoulder, then he leaned on me as well. Staring at the stars with him, I've never felt safer. He was my savior.
"Oh, um, what's in the basket?" I asked. I smile crept on his face and I giggled inside.
"Right. The basket. I almost forgot." He pulled away to grab the basket and place it between us. "Well you know, I've been thinking…" He placed both hands on top of the basket, prepared to open it. "Since we're together now…"
"Yeah, yeah," I said, speeding him up. He had a habit of rambling. Maybe I did too. There was a brief moment of silence, then Isaac started pulling items out of the basket and onto the soft grass beneath us. First, a folded red-checkered blanket, then champagne and glasses, next mini sandwiches…huh…
"So, now that I think of it… we've never actually had an official date yet…" In the silence of my backyard, I heard my heart beat in my chest. A date? For me? Why would he do something like this for me? I thought. I was simply someone who needed nothing more than a little bit of love, tubes for breathing and a couple books. My savior was doing more than he needed to.
"Your attempt at romance is oh so cheesy," I started with a smirk, sighing as I spoke. "And I'm not even dressed for a date!" I looked down at my simple and plain outfit I'd put on earlier with no thought of Isaac coming over… and deciding to have a date with me. "But sure, proceed."
"Welcome to the best date of your life." Isaac said smugly as he pulled out the last item; a pack of red and blue fireworks.
My next word came out a sarcastic exclamation and a question at the same time.
"Fireworks?"
"Yes, fireworks." Isaac placed his palm on my hand, preparing to take it. It was as if he had set off the fireworks in my hand and they were traveling up my arm and into my heart.
"Hazel, do you trust me?"
I gave him an affirming head nod but quickly realized that he couldn't see it. "Of course."
He grabbed my hand and we both took off into the tree-filled depths of my backyard with Fourth of July fireworks. When we stopped, I took the fireworks from his hand and read the instructions.
"Are these even legal?" I asked, half serious, half laughing. Isaac scratched the back of his head.
"Umm I don't know. I can't read, remember?"
"Okay, wait… do you even have a lighter?" I asked, this time more serious.
"One step ahead of you." He pulled it out of his pocket and I took it from him cautiously. "So, how do we do this?"
I gave him a comedic once-over then skimmed through the instructions again.
"By the looks of it, we light this thing then run away, I think."
"Sweet." I stared at Isaac again, not able to tell if he seriously wanted me to light the firework.
"Are you going to light it or not?" he asked.
"Hold on, you're not even going to get to see them!" I remember. Isaac chuckles, revealing the cutest dimples do define the smile.
"Oh but I can. In ways I simply cannot explain."
The most awkward laugh escapes me, causing Isaac to laugh too. I bet he was just laughing at the laugh. I wanted to punch him for it, but his dimples and laughter were too adorable to make stop. Soon after the giggles died down, I bent over to set up the firework display.
"Oh, screw it. This right here is the craziest date ever." I said right before flicking on the lighter, putting it to the firework, and yanking Isaac away with me. Once we were a safe distance away I stopped him and turned him so he could "see" the fireworks.
"Is that good?" I asked, keeping my eye on the display soon to come.
"Perfect."
After seeing my first ever fireworks at my craziest date ever, Isaac and I sat to enjoy the champagne and sandwiches which were amazingly delicious. I had remembered the champagne I'd had with Augustus that night in Amsterdam and Isaac's had tasted just as good. Lying on the grass with Isaac, time seemed to completely fade away. I also couldn't help but remember that depressing night when I was in the same spot, all alone. That time when I couldn't stop crying. And now, in the same spot, I couldn't stop laughing. I didn't know what it was, but I kept getting the silliest feeling it was the twinkling stars up above, watching over me at the best and worst of times. I also couldn't help but ask Isaac about it.
"Isaac." I said, feeling slightly light headed from the champagne. "Ever think about the stars?"
"All the time. I can't see them, but I can still see them. And they're beautiful. Like you." He must've drank a lot of champagne, but I still laughed at his cheesy attempt at romance. "I wish could… pick every single star out of the sky and give them to you."
I chuckled briefly. "My inner romantic would like that."
Suddenly, Isaac pulled my face to his and kissed me with care and passion. His lips tasted like champagne, as did mine. When it felt like we couldn't breathe anymore, we pulled away to lie back on the grass again. It was one of those many inevitable moments in life where the heart spoke for itself. In moments like those, talking isn't necessary. We've spoken all that needed to be said in the most passionate kiss we could give one another.
I opened my eyes to the beautiful sparkly blue-black of the night sky, filled with stars. It was as if the sky was swallowing me; it was all I could see. Was I floating in the sky? I blinked a few times, then yawned. Sitting up, I realized that I wasn't floating in the sky, and that I simply fell asleep in the backyard. My heart stopped beating abruptly when I realized that Isaac was not next to me.
"Isaac?" Confusion washed over me once more as my eyes searched the darkness of my backyard. He was nowhere to be found.