The days started to feel like some kind of dream. It was like we were walking this fine line between just being friends and something more. And every time I tried to keep a distance, to pull away from him, Isaiah would just find a way to pull me back in. He wasn't pushy about it. He wasn't trying to rush me or force me to feel something I wasn't ready for. But he was there. Always.
It's like he could tell when I was pulling back, and he'd meet me halfway, even if I didn't say anything. It made everything harder, though. Because the more he was there, the more I started feeling things I didn't want to feel. And the more I felt, the more I was scared of what would happen if it all came crashing down.
But despite all the fear, there was something about Isaiah that made me want to try. Even when I was at my lowest, even when I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of my past, he was right there, standing beside me.
I wasn't ready to admit it yet, but he was slowly becoming the one person I knew I could count on. And that scared the hell out of me.