Always alone || Cleo & Isaac
Isaac sighed his hands running through the blades of grass. “I know, and get what he means. It’s just.” He sighed thinking about trusting her. If he should, yet he knew he already did. “I spent half my childhood locked in a freezer. Talking about my emotions really isn’t my strong suit.”
She froze when he spoke, his eyes deemed -- dulled over. She grabbed his hand and rubbed it gentle like her father used to do when she was upset. "It doesn't have to be your strong suit, it just has to be real." She said her brown irises looking into his blue ones. "Just stop bottling it up."















