Author's Note: This was actually the very first chapter I wrote for this story but eventually it became a sort of one-shot, completely unrelated to how my story developed. However, I decided to include it. Tell me if it meshes with the rest of the chapters or if I should just scrap it completely.

Isaac could hear from outside the door the muffled sound of music. She does love her music, he mused; a small lopsided smile crept up his face. He did wonder why it was quieter than usual, she usually has her speakers on full blast when she's home, but he shrugged it off.

He opened the door, half expecting Nash sitting at the couch laying her head at the backrest watching him enter like she always does when she expects him to come over. But what he saw completely threw him off guard; a small breath escaped his lips.

Nash was simply swaying in the rhythm of the song she was listening to, completely absorb in her music. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted and strands of hair fell to her face.

Isaac stood still, completely arrested in her graceful dance and the beauty that she is, breathless.

"Oh" Nash stopped in her tracks, pulling the earphones plugged in her ears, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Uh—" Isaac awkwardly cleared his throat and plastered his languid smile as he move towards her, "You tell me. Don't you have super alpha-born senses?"

"Don't get smart with me" she shot him a glare before rolling her eyes, "I was… immersed"

"Oh?" he plopped down on the couch feigning disinterest

"Sometimes I just want to escape" Nash looked past him, in deep thought

"The door's right there; just run—"

"You know that's not what I meant"

He's been running and trying to escape for the most part of his life. Escaping is something that he's sure he knows well.

"What are you running away from?"

Isaac looked at her intently, watching her features. Her eyes were distant and wary, lost somewhere in that deep thought. Shoulders rising and falling evenly as she breathed. The setting sun's rays hit her olive skin.

Nash' fingers trailed a crescent shaped pendant, lightly fiddling it. He hasn't seen her without it.

She kept quiet, for a moment her eyes connected with him and he felt her sadness. Why was she being like this?

"Did you love her?" she asked out of nowhere, "You know, Allison"

"I did—even if I wasn't sure what it was going on between us"

"Where do you think you guys will be now, if she didn't…?"

It surprised him, why she's asking such intimate details, things that he hasn't even asked himself.

"I'm not sure… Maybe still playing games with each other" Isaac muttered, "Things wouldn't have been easy for us, it never was"

"You haven't been thinking about her lately" Nash looked at him, answering his silent question

Isaac hadn't noticed that he hadn't thought about her in a while; at the least he felt proud that he hadn't been moping around lately. Nash kept silent, still entranced with whatever it was she was thinking.

"Have you ever been in love?"

"No…" there was bleakness in her tone, "I don't think I can"

"You won't know until it finds you, so why not?"

Nash smiled cheekily, breaking away from her reverie and dismissing his query. "We're getting quite sentimental, aren't we?"

"Quite" he parried giving his lopsided smile

Author's Note: Your comments and suggestions are very much appreciated! It would really help me improve my writing.