[ Baby can hear, from the other side of the front door, when the shower stops. He leans against the doorframe, feeling heavy in a way he's not used to - more than the usual weight of his own guilt bearing down on him, like the rain he ran through to get to Isabelle's is putting pounds on him.
He knocks on the door lightly, one, two, three, with one knuckle and little strength behind it. For a moment, he wonders if one day he'll have a key to this place, or if it's all pointless, and then he shakes the feeling. This is not why he's here.
He's here, because he got caught in a downpour, and he stood there under the rain, head tilted to it, the rapid fire of the drops making his eyes close, and he thought, there and then, I love her.
He reaches down for his iPod, clicking the wheel a few times until the right song starts playing in his ears. A raindrop rolls down his nose as he knocks again, just to let Isabelle know she didn't dream the noise the first time around, just in case. ]
two.
He knocks on the door lightly, one, two, three, with one knuckle and little strength behind it. For a moment, he wonders if one day he'll have a key to this place, or if it's all pointless, and then he shakes the feeling. This is not why he's here.
He's here, because he got caught in a downpour, and he stood there under the rain, head tilted to it, the rapid fire of the drops making his eyes close, and he thought, there and then, I love her.
He reaches down for his iPod, clicking the wheel a few times until the right song starts playing in his ears. A raindrop rolls down his nose as he knocks again, just to let Isabelle know she didn't dream the noise the first time around, just in case. ]