So, this is kinda short so you can cry about that i guess but, Enjoy!

Walls are comfortable. They're hard and sturdy. They support you. Walls are a way to hold onto something when someone won't. Especially when you're at a party with a girl who is nowhere to be found.

The walk to Magnus's party was slow and silent. We didn't talk about the kiss. We didn't even acknowledge it. We may have been silent but my head surely wasn't. If my head was a balloon then it would surely have burst from my thoughts.

I mean did that kiss mean something? Or was it just a moment of weakness? A moment where she let her walls go down.

This is what Isabelle Lightwood does, right?

She breaks hearts.

It's a game to her, right? She even said that she was just my entertainment for the night. So this is either pity of boredom. Or both.

The second we got to the party Isabelle broke out into the crowd of people. I could have tried to follow her but I didn't. I didn't know what the point would be.

You can only chase someone for so long before your legs can't take you to where you need to go anymore.

The house was a small apartment in a apartment building in downtown Manhattan. There was five rooms: The kitchen, the living room, two bedrooms and the bathroom. I leaned on a wall in the living room. The stereo was blasting music, and people danced. Isabelle danced and she was so gorgeous while she did it. And I watched and felt hopeless.

I thought the cliche was that the girl had the unrequited feelings. I didn't know the hopeless, nerdy boy had a cliche too.

I don't like this cliche. This cliche makes me want to run over to the heartbreaker that is Isabelle Lightwood and kiss the fuck out of her in front of all these people.

But alas, I have morals. And my morals are telling me to stop thinking and stay on this safe wall were no pretty girls- or hormones, flip a coin- can get me.

Maybe I'll look back on this night and laugh at myself. Laugh at the foolishness thoughts I had about love and all that stupid sappy shit.

Laugh at the fact that I really thought I could get through to her.

A heartbreaker who believes she's unlovable.

And I was the dumbass who saw otherwise.

I took a glance at the front door. One step through there and I am free.

Or maybe I like the cage that Isabelle Lightwood holds me in. Maybe I like the fact that she holds the key to my freedom.

My freedom is my reality. And my reality is playing in a band, dungeons and dragons, and dealing with the fact that I have clearly some bad decisions.

My reality is going back to the way things were. With Isabelle on one side and me on the other.

But things can't be that way anymore because high school is over, and college is l the long road between teenage and adult. It's the place where the last childish things can get done.

We are gonna be adults soon and that means that we have to make adult decisions.

And my first adult decisions is getting off this damn wall and letting myself stay in my unrequited love cage as I walk towards a heartbreaker and make sure that my first adult decisions is a bad one.

A bad decision with the name Isabelle Lightwood.

So, number one, IK it's short and you people don't like that shit. And i'm sorry for that! But I had 20 minutes to midnight and I wanted to go to bed before midnight and I punched out nearly 650 words in that time and Im proud.

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