“It’s simple. I can’t stay here.”
Isaac doesn’t look at Scott when he says it. Can’t. The words hurt enough without having to see his face.
“Why not?”
He swallows. “This town is—It’s hell. It’s full of ghosts and bad memories. I just can’t do it anymore.”
He also doesn’t want to talk anymore but Scott’s hand wraps around his wrist and Isaac finally looks at him.
“Can’t we make good memories here?” he asks so softly it’s like a gut-punch. “I just don’t want to lose you.”
Isaac sighs, shoulders slumping. “I don’t want to lose you either.”