The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

She glanced between the back of the truck, and the beach. Hiding from the wind seemed like a better choice, and she set herself up on the left side. The truck bounced slightly as she plopped down on top of her sleeping back and fluffed her pillow between her hands.


"Then, I won't have sand between my clothes when I wake up." She explained.


From where she sat, the view always was the same, that beautiful ocean. She considered herself lucky to spend three whole days here. Three whole days with Blake.
 
"Not just between your clothes," he said lowly, wriggling his eyebrows playfully. He set up his own sleeping bag and pillow and pulled a white duvet blanket from the window. The laid that down over both the sleeping bags, if they used it good, if not well it made the whole scene prettier.


Blake had settled down under the duvet, laying on his side towards Isabelle. One of his hands reached out to take Isabelle's, and as he played with her fingers he said, "On a scale of one to ten, how good was your day?"
 
"Say something?" Isabelle asked, her eyebrows raised, she shook her head, maybe imagining Blake had said something.


She nestled under the duvet and curled in a ball to warm herself faster. Blake took her hand and she smiled as he did so. Isabelle interlaced their fingers and put their hands in the space between them. The duvet could still keep them close, but if it got too cold, the sleeping bags would suffice. Although, The closer they were, the warmer they'd be.


"It might be beyond the range." Isabelle's eyes shifted back in forth in place of her head, jokingly pondering the question. "Incredible. Don't make me define it to a number."
 
Smiling, he nodded, squeezing her fingers lightly for a second before continuing his playing. "Incredible is a good word," he said, staring down at their hands. "Is it one of the best?" he asked. He thought it was a bit unfair to be asking such a question, as though being with him would make a day great, but he figured that Isabelle hadn't had a very exciting childhood so this day must have been high up on the great scale/
 
"It's up there, right after the best." Isabelle pushed his hand back towards his body and scooted to the top of his sleeping bag. She was so close, yet not enough, and the added heat of his body against hers was just what she needed.


Her cheeks were flushed, her heartbeat erratic and excited, Blake did this to her, Gods she loved the feeling.


If he asked what the best day was, she knew her face would scrunch up out of embarrassment. Her favorite day had a solid reason, but a pretty sappy one at that.
 
The question was inevitable. "What's your favourite?" he asked, draping an arm over Isabelle so she was wrapped both in the blanket and in his arms.


Blake didn't really have a favourite day. He liked all of the ones he spent with Isabelle, except for when they had been fighting, and he liked a few from his childhood as well. It was hard to decide, but if Isabelle asked he'd pick one off the top of his head.
 
"I don't wanna say!" Isabelle suddenly took her hands from him so she could cover her face.


Instead of answering she let him hold her close and focused on the rise and fall of their chests. Once, they were in tune, but she got excited and took another breath, then thought how silly it was she was paying such close attention.


Her favorite day was definitely with Blake, seeing as there weren't that many in the past that had been wonderful. With her childhood being rather dull, and an oncoming possibility of death, there weren't a lot of what she defined as 'favorites'.


"See? I still get embarrassed, aw man." Isabelle whined a little, laughing at the same time.
 
"But you're embarrassed for the wrong reason!" he said, as though this didn't count as true embarrassment. "There's no need for you to be shy now, I'm not gonna laugh at you for telling me." He had been laughing, but by the end of the phrase his voice had died down to a reassuring seriousness.
 
"Alright, alright." Isabelle was laughing with him now, more assured being told he would laugh. He never did, so, she should've known.


"My favorite day..." She took her hands off of her face and slid one through his hair, playing with strands on the back of his head while she smiled awkwardly at him. "It was at least the first half of the day, more of a moment, but that's not the point." She shook her head and moved her fingers through his hair. "My favorite day was when you said you loved me, because, well. I couldn't have been much happier to find out there's someone else who thinks just as highly of me as I do of them and..."


At this point Isabelle was more serious, her eyes dropped slightly, but made an effort to keep locked on his. She meant every word, as scattered as they were.


"It just made me really, really happy is all." Isabelle finished.
 
Blake smiled, closing his eyes as soon her contact was made between the back of his head and Isabelle's hand- he wasn't the only one who liked to have their hair played with. As she finished speaking he opened his eyes and smiled at her, lifting his hand from her back to place lightly on her hot cheek.


"Happy is good," he said softly, they only needed to whisper to be heard in this close proximity. "Also, I love you."
 
"I think I'm gonna cry, you big nerd." Isabelle tried to joke in order to hide how happy she felt. Her eyes did in fact well up, and she laughed. "I love you, too."


She closed her eyes, Blake's hand on her cheek, and her hand caressed the back of his head. There were so many moments like this, but every time it was always special for the girl. How many more times were left before panic set in, and the two only worried about surgery? She pushed the thoughts from her mind as she'd grown used to doing.


"I love you." She repeated more seriously.
 
"Yeah, I know," he said just as seriously, his hand stroking along Isabelle's cheekbone. The warmth from her embarrassment was starting to leave her cheek, but under the blanket was warm. Their shared body heat made it especially warm and comforting.


"This is a nice night," he said, turning his gaze from Isabelle's eyes up to the sky. It was darker now and the stars were everywhere, sprinkled across the sky.
 
"No other like it." Isabelle nodded in agreement. Only her eyes rested upon Blake's face instead of the sky. She's seen the stars, and they would be there tomorrow. Right now, she only had eyes for him.


She closed her eyes again, feeling rather tired. "I'm getting up early, so I can see the sun rise." Isabelle rubbed her hand against his chest and yawned once. "Want me to wake you?"
 
Blake turned back and nodded, smiling softly. "Of course," was all he said before he moved closer to kiss her. Nothing could have made the moment more perfect. It was warm, peaceful, romantic, everything Blake had imaged the beach trip to be. He pulled back after a second, brushing a strand of Isabelle's hair from her face before kissing her again.
 
"One more." She sighed and kissed Blake with both eyes shut, a smile playing on the edges of her lips. Isabelle was tired.


"This is perfect." The girl said quietly. "So, so perfect." The motions and sounds of the waves easily put her at rest, sleep was so peaceful beneath the duvet with Blake at her side. It was different from the night's they'd spent in his apartment. This was special, beautiful.
 
Blake also fell asleep, Isabelle still wrapped in his arms. He only woke up once when his feet started getting cold and without moving too much he climbed into the sleeping bag. He still laid close to Isabelle. When she woke him he wasn't near ready enough to wake up, he was tired and he had been having a good dream.
 
Saturday, May 2nd:


Isabelle sat up, her hand shook Blake at her side. Then sun's rays had just hit the edge of the water, and they danced across the waves as they came towards the shore.


"Blake. Blake wake up." She hissed, wanting him to hurry and sit up. "Look."


Her eyes focused on the water as Blake rose from his slumber.
 
Blake rubbed at his eyes and sat up, crumpled like he always was when first waking up. He pulled his fists from his eyes and looked at the sun, squinting. "Oh yes, it's beautiful," he said sarcastically, "I bet it would look even prettier if I could see it."


After a few more moments his eyes adjusted to the light and he could watch the sunrise without squinting. The water was glimmering, the lapping waves throwing off a beautiful glare. The sun rise itself was even more wonderfull. The sky seemed to be watercoloured with oranges, pinks and yellows.
 
"Well open your eyes, dummy." Isabelle teased right back. She leaned against his shoulder and rested her head against him. Through the night she hadn't moved from her spot, even when Blake had tucked himself into the sleeping bag.


"One more thing down." Isabelle whispered. "This one was definitely worth it. All of this."
 
Blake nodded in agreement and kept watching the sunset. A few times his eyes did drift closed and he started to not off before his subconscious mind woke him up, telling him it was wrong to sleep through something so important to Isabelle.


When the Sun had fully risen and the dull light was still getting brighter, Blake laid back down, running his hand along Isabelle's arm and down her back. "That was nice... but I'm still tired. I'm going back to sleep," he whispered, falling asleep a few minutes later.
 
"Okay." She murmured and watched as he fell asleep once more. Isabelle ran her hand along the top of his head, admiring Blake's face. The dark hair, and the strong jaw she admired so much.


After sure he was out cold, she leaned back against the truck and updated her list on her phone quietly. Just a few more left now, she told herself.


You're almost there.


Isabelle continued to stroke his hair, and waited for sleep to claim her again even as she sat up.
 
In Blake's dream he saw a girl, floating in white and yellow light. He couldn't see her face but Blake knew it was Isabelle. She stroked his hair and his face, and after a few minutes she started to drift away, into the light, up and far away from him. Blake reached for her but she was too far, her hand was no longer in his hair.


He woke up without a sound though his heart was pounding in his ears. His breathing was deep, his eyes wide and he glanced to the side at Isabelle. He wasn't 100% sure what the dream was about, angels or death, they both seemed kind of morbid in his and Isabelle's situation.
 
Isabelle was fast asleep against the cabin of the truck, her hand rested by the top of Blake's head, as if poised to begin stroking his hair again. The light from the sun didn't wake her, and her snoring was light as usual.


She mumbled in her sleep, tired from staying up late, and tired from waking up early.
 
Blake smiled at the sleeping girl, turning over on his side in a more comfortable position. Now it was his turn to stroke her hair, brushing through it with his fingers. His breathing had slowed and there was no panic left in him. He was at ease.


After a few more moments of stroking and admiring he climbed out of the truck to retrieve his book.
 
When Isabelle awoke, she found herself sitting up still, and she jerked quickly to her surprise. She didn't remember falling asleep like that.


She stretched her arms in the air and slid back down under the warmth of the duvet, even though it was later now, she still found a familiar comfort with staying under the covers for as long as possible.


"G'morning." She yawned at Blake, who had a book in hand.
 
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