'Izzy, that stuff is in the past, it doesn't matter."
"Isabelle?'' Simon asked. He opened the door to Isabelle's room a little more. It had been a week since they got back from Alicante. Izzy hadn't come out of her room since the battle. Probably still mourning over Max.
At first Simon reconsidered stepping into the room. He remembered back to the last time he and Isabelle were alone in a room together. The results were...interesting. Not really something Simon wanted to experience for awhile though.
The room was dark. Izzy must had dimed the lights. The only light that came through the window was the brilliant arancia, arancio that streaked through the blinds....