Hello! I am actually on schedule this time so yay for me! So A lot of you guys have been enjoying this story and I am super happy about that! Length wise I don't see this story going over 30 chapters. Which may be saddening to some of you, but trust me you will get your closure.

Enjoy!

Isabelle Lightwood was a universe of her own. And like an astronaut I was ready to explore every inch of her. She was so gorgeous and I was so hopelessly obsessed with her in the worst way possible. The way in which it brought me pain to watch her dance. She didn't look sad, or happy, she just looked blank. Like all the emotions she had were just ripped away from her, and she was just left with this blank canvas I now stared at.

Truth be told, I was a coward, a big, huge coward. I still hadn't moved from this stupid wall. This stupid wall was whispering words of paradise in my ear while Isabelle's eyes showed misery. She brought misery.

She was dancing with people I didn't know. Men I didn't know. Men she probably didn't even know. Men that touched her in places that I wished I could touch. They touched her hips, slid their hands over her back and neck. Grabbed at her legs and ass. And she just stood there and danced.

And I have now decided that I, Simon Lewis, found Isabelle Lightwoods misery far too alluring. I decided that I loved the misery she brought me and I mean that in the most twisted way possible.

And with the thought of misery fresh in my mind I walked up to Isabelle Lightwood, pushed the men off of her, grabbed her by the waist and pressed her tight against me as we slowed danced to dubstep music. She gasped in surprised at my gesture and followed it with a deep sigh.

She slowly shook her head, then rested it on my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my chest.

We kept our bodies close allowing no space between us. I had my arms tight around her waist, determined to not let go.

People jumped around beside us, but we stayed slow and out of place.

I let my chin go slack on her shoulder and breathed in her scent.

She slowly dragged her hands up and down my back, "what am I gonna do with you?" She said more to herself than anyone else.

I smiled, "whatever you want."

She took her head off my shoulder and looked at me.

She slowly brought her face to mine and pecked my lips softly.

When she drew back her eyes were soft and doughy. She smiled and shook her head, "sometimes I worry about you." She stated.

I nodded. "Sometimes I worry about me too."

We both stopped talking and went back into our previous position with my chin on her shoulder, her cheek pressed against my chest and around arms wrapped around each other.

We looked so out of place in this sea of drunk teenagers. Everyone else was dancing, throwing their fist in the air as they got lost in the music, and Isabelle and I were stuck in the middle of the sea. Slow and steady, stuck on each other like glue.

I leaned back and looked in her eyes and said, "you're so beautiful, Isabelle."

She smiled, "You tease me in ways you'll never know."

And then I leaned down and kissed her for the third time tonight; third time in my life. This kiss was different though. It wasn't quick and intense, or steady and passionate. It was slow and meaningful and maybe a little sad. Sad in the way you are when all opportunities have passed you by. The sadness that brought an empty hole in your chest. A black hole in your chest that was slowly sucking up everything happy in you.

I got that from a kiss, with her tongue in my mouth and my hands in her hair. And I felt sad. I haven't kissed many people but I knew that you weren't supposed to feel sad when you did it.

I had felt about one-thousand different emotions when it came to Isabelle Lightwood and her cursed lips but sadness wasn't one.

She pulled back and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes she rested her forehead on mine and kept my gaze.

"This night has been a big spiral, hasn't it?" She asked with a low voice.

I pulled back from her and felt the warmth leave my body. Now, only our fingers were touching.

Her eyes were sad and her smile was empty but she pretended to look happy when I said, "It was a spiral of bad decisions."

And maybe she was sad because she thought I regretted my time spent with her and maybe I did. Maybe there was part of me that wished I had refused Isabelle's invitation to be her companion. But I didn't, so any regret and blame was solely on me.

I probably should have just said no.

"...why don't we go have some fun. Like normal teenagers would at prom." She said standing up.

"I don't know…"

Thats right Simon, you didn't know so why the hell did you get up?

This night would have been so much simpler if I had refused and stuck to my wall. Then I could have just left at midnight and tell my mom I loved every minute of it.

But now I have to stand here and stare at probably the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and see the sad look on her face and feel like I want to rip out my heart right here.

The following things happened so quickly I'm not even sure they even really happened. Isabelle went from completely vulnerable to cold and hard in the matter of seconds.

It was like a switch had been turned on and her walls got put up.

She took a step towards me, placed her hand on my cheek and gave a quick, empty kiss.

The second I took to close my eyes was the second she took to walk out of the apartment.

And at that moment I was truly alone for the first time tonight.

So Im not gonna lie, writing Fan Fic has becoming a bit harder for me now a days. But I think I've finally gotten back into the flow of things so my updates should be more steady. I hope u all enjoyed this chapter, I will see you all next chapter!

XOXO

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