Had it really been a year since he and Ariel split, and was that how it was going to be from now on, years just flying by like nothing, he is nineteen but at this rate he could wake up tomorrow and be thirty five. Would he still remember the anniversary all those years later... Isaac had purposefully avoided making any plans for august the thirteenth, though even that, he reasoned after a while, was some sort of plan. The thought of a beach day did briefly cross his mind, more like a series of f...