Current mood:	apathetic
Current music:	silence can be heard

Always look for the North Star
She closed her eyes feeling the sting of hot tears in them. Theodorius was with her, though her preferred to be alone that night. Her face was powdered white as snow, lips lined in red as every fair girl should be. She left her hair dangling down her shoulders, though improper it was. She had a sudden urge to ram her head against the wall so that the pain would shadow over the headache in which she now felt. Lifting Theo’s hand, Isabella took his ring. It shined like that of a silver star in the sky, just like the North Star. She placed it on her finger, next to the dazzling emerald, which was also given to her by Theo. She gave him a sweet tender kiss on the lips, one that which had an apologetic innocence to it. She bid him good night, moving the ring around her finger. Theo looked at his hand, which now looked more bland than it had before. He didn’t say a word, but threw his white satin gloves on the tea table and left.