[ He sighs when she takes his hand, stepping away from his car with a look over his shoulder, regret making his heart heavy. Not just about the drive he's not going for, but for everything he's not done, or not said. For all these moments he could have spent with Isabelle and didn't. For seconds wasted. For refusing to follow her. ]
Okay.
[ He feels like he's about to cry, and he runs the back of his free hand under his nose, tilting his head up towards the sky again, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, tiny shocks of cold that somehow do nothing to make him feel more like himself.
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Okay.
[ He feels like he's about to cry, and he runs the back of his free hand under his nose, tilting his head up towards the sky again, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, tiny shocks of cold that somehow do nothing to make him feel more like himself.
He'd like another drink, at this point. ]
What are you doing out?