Isabelle has felt like something of a ghost the last week or so, withdrawn and transparent and going through the motions. For the most part she hasn't left her apartment, though she'd been surprised by the amount of people who tracked her down. Max is a red raw wound on her heart and she doesn't know if it will ever heal, but Magnus had been right about one thing. There's nothing she can do about it now. She didn't save him back home and so she can't save him from Darrow. Instead, when she finally gets out of bed and out of her pyjamas, she wears Shadowhunter mourning clothes and tries her best to remember him, instead.
She's been so wrapped up in her own head that in truth, she almost forgot that Billy's birthday was coming up. It had come to her with a startled realisation two days before, and Isabelle had decided that she would do better. Billy has been amazingly supportive and he deserves better than a girlfriend who refuses to leave her apartment, especially on his birthday. So, she calls around to all of their friends, even texts Magnus, and starts arranging a party.
Parties are what Isabelle does best and after the beginning of organising it she falls into a rhythm, finds her stride. It's easier to paint on a smile if she can focus on something else, move towards a goal. So there are decorations and food and drink and music, and even if she didn't have enough time to figure out a venue besides her little apartment, she thinks it will be okay. Billy isn't the type for grand things anyway, so she thinks it will suit him better. She even gets a small kick out of managing to keep it a secret, the first thing that has made her happy since she woke up.
She uses the time that he's at work to put the finishing touches on the place and dresses up properly, making herself look extra nice to make up for everything else. There's a small gift for him in her bedroom, but she'll save that for later. For now, everyone is hiding in various places around her apartment, and when he walks in Isabelle flicks the light switch, jumps out from behind the couch and beams at him.
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She's been so wrapped up in her own head that in truth, she almost forgot that Billy's birthday was coming up. It had come to her with a startled realisation two days before, and Isabelle had decided that she would do better. Billy has been amazingly supportive and he deserves better than a girlfriend who refuses to leave her apartment, especially on his birthday. So, she calls around to all of their friends, even texts Magnus, and starts arranging a party.
Parties are what Isabelle does best and after the beginning of organising it she falls into a rhythm, finds her stride. It's easier to paint on a smile if she can focus on something else, move towards a goal. So there are decorations and food and drink and music, and even if she didn't have enough time to figure out a venue besides her little apartment, she thinks it will be okay. Billy isn't the type for grand things anyway, so she thinks it will suit him better. She even gets a small kick out of managing to keep it a secret, the first thing that has made her happy since she woke up.
She uses the time that he's at work to put the finishing touches on the place and dresses up properly, making herself look extra nice to make up for everything else. There's a small gift for him in her bedroom, but she'll save that for later. For now, everyone is hiding in various places around her apartment, and when he walks in Isabelle flicks the light switch, jumps out from behind the couch and beams at him.
"Happy birthday!"