feelings were... hard. which is why izzy chose to never deal with them. she had once felt too much- the loss of her mother had been a pain she thought would never become any lighter, and after that, the last thing she wanted to experience was even more loss. so she discovered a loophole- you could not lose something, if you never actually had it. so she kept people at arms length: close enough not to feel lonely but far enough not to suffer if they left her. it was easier.
but of course that was just on the surface. deep inside, izzy knew it was far more complicated than that, because she found herself pushing people away, then pulling them closer when she missed them, only to fuck them and herself over time and time again. she really wasn’t smart. and that’s why she was standing outside of maggie’s house with a jacket she had recently found inside her closet that belonged to her. once upon a time, she had given her all her stuff back. it was easier not to think about her when there were no memories around, and although izzy tried to keep things on good terms, there was no easy way to say it’s not you it’s me, and break up. so things were complicated.
she looked down and away while she waited for maggie to open the door and then when she looked up, it was as if all the air had left her lungs. izzy looked at her and smiled- she could never not smile when looking at the other, even if she felt uncomfortable still. she balanced between her heels and the ball of her feet a couple times before she looked up. “hey- uhm- i found this in my stuff- uh- i.. i think it belongs to you... right?” of course she knew it belonged to her. she remembered her wearing it. but izzy simply tried to play it casual. || @hcneydripped