You were sitting alone in your room, as you had been for the last few months. You hadn't been the same girl since your boyfriend, Isaac, up and left for France and had never returned. You guessed that made him your ex-boyfriend now...
He had watched his ex-girlfriend die right in front of him, and that had left Isaac with even more issues than he'd had before. He and Allison had been apart for almost two months when she was killed, but you still understood why it affected Isaac. She had been his first love, and he had always thought that she was invincible, even more so than Derek or even Scott. Then, that Oni had stabbed her. Everything Isaac thought he knew had been turned on its head in that moment.
You tried to be there for him, but Isaac wouldn't let you. He kept pushing you away, and you'd tried to just stick it out. You kept telling yourself that all he needed was a little bit of time. He'd come to you when he was ready. Then, you'd learned that he'd left. He had left you without a single word. You didn't know if he was ever coming back. You didn't even know if he still wanted to be with you.
Before her death, you had never felt inferior to Allison, at least not where Isaac was concerned. You had been so sure that Isaac loved you and only you. Now, you had spent the last eight months wondering you had just been a placeholder or distraction for Isaac. Had he just been waiting for Allison to come back to him?
Your friends, like Stiles, Lydia, and even Kira now, had tried to cheer you up on so many occasions. They always came up with fun things to do or other ways to distract you, but nothing worked. You were still a part of the pack, representing for the humans, but besides pack business and school, you spent the majority of your time alone.
You felt pathetic, and you had tried to move on. For almost five months after Isaac had gone, you had pretended that you were fine. You went shopping with Lydia, and volunteered for stupid dance committees. You had even tried going on a few dates, but when one of those date had kissed you, it had felt like you were cheating on Issac. You hated that feeling, and it only made you angrier at the werewolf for leaving in the first place. He was the one that left, but here you were, feeling guilty for moving on from him.
That was when you stopped pretending to be okay. That was when you had started spending more and more time by yourself, closed away in your room. You loved your friends. The pack was more like family, but you didn't want your attitude and borderline depression bring them down. You were the one having a hard time living without Isaac, not them. This was your problem to fix, not theirs.
When you hear a knock on your door, you expect to find Lydia or Kira on the other side. They, along with Stiles, took turns checking up on you each afternoon or night after school. You knew they were worried, and you were grateful that they cared. You just didn't think there was anything they could do to change how you felt. How did you make someone feel like they were good enough when they really hadn't been?
When you finally get up and open the door, you are shocked to see Isaac on the other side. Your mouth falls open slightly, and you blink your eyes a few times. You had to be imagining this, but each time you opened your eyes again, Isaac was still there. "What are you doing here?" You finally mutter out, turning your back on Isaac.
"Stiles called me." He leans against your doorframe.
"Well, Stiles hates you so that must be a lie." Your turn back towards Isaac, training your cold, hard eyes on him, while crossing your arms over your chest.
Isaac chuckles underneath his breath, and seeing his smile again makes you want to cry. You had missed it so much. "It's not a lie, Y/N." He steps forward. "He was worried about you. He said that you haven't been acting like yourself lately."
You shrug your shoulders and let your arms fall to your sides. "Why do you even care? You left me!" You bite out at him, willing your tears to stay away and not to let Isaac see just how much he had hurt you.
