Mistress Isabella (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fragileflower) wrote,@ 2003-01-31 15:35:00 |
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Why don't you do what's right?
It was a crisp morning. The air bit of coldness in every turn and painted Isabella's face with rosy cheeks. She looked up at the sky and felt very uncomfortable. She had to urinate, but stayed where she was to look at the scenery. It wasn't a very pretty one, but one that which she wanted to look at. Theo was by her side of course. He was smoking and she didn't mind. She carried a book in her hands.. The Great Gatsby to be exact. She loved it. It reminded her everything the world is. We're here to endlessly chase our dream. To chase something that is in the past, and only a few are able to escape the terrors of life. And those who don't, suffer the full blow of what hell has to offer. She inhaled the stiff air, hinted with the scent of smoke. She loved the scent.
"Let's go to America Theo" she tapped on his shoulder while he slowly glanced up at his mistress.
"America? What ever do you want to do there?" the first thought that came to her mind, which opposed her fanciful idea was to look for her deceased Michael. He had passed away two years ago in her very arms. She wanted to re-experience his acquaintances in America. She wanted to go to New York and New Orleans. She wanted to see what Michael saw, if his opinion of America was ever true.
"Come on Theo, let's go to the New World" Theo looked at her pale cheeks slightly touched in pink. The shape of her jaw, the softness of her skin, the beautiful way her hair blew back against the wind was absolutely marvelous. He looked away and focused his eyes far back out into the sea.
"I have no intentions of going to the New World."
And that was that of course. It was no use of cajoling him to go. Isabella closed her eyes as if to shield her eyes from the harsh wind.
"Then I shall go alone.." she breathed out in a low tone of voice. Theo detected her change of attitude and took her in his arms.
"You want to see America darling?"
"Yes indeed. Come along with me Theo" she laid back into his arms. Sensing her comfort, Theo kissed her cheek and walked back to the car.
Isabella looked at him and looked back out into the sea.
"Some dreams are meant to come true."
It was a crisp morning. The air bit of coldness in every turn and painted Isabella's face with rosy cheeks. She looked up at the sky and felt very uncomfortable. She had to urinate, but stayed where she was to look at the scenery. It wasn't a very pretty one, but one that which she wanted to look at. Theo was by her side of course. He was smoking and she didn't mind. She carried a book in her hands.. The Great Gatsby to be exact. She loved it. It reminded her everything the world is. We're here to endlessly chase our dream. To chase something that is in the past, and only a few are able to escape the terrors of life. And those who don't, suffer the full blow of what hell has to offer. She inhaled the stiff air, hinted with the scent of smoke. She loved the scent.
"Let's go to America Theo" she tapped on his shoulder while he slowly glanced up at his mistress.
"America? What ever do you want to do there?" the first thought that came to her mind, which opposed her fanciful idea was to look for her deceased Michael. He had passed away two years ago in her very arms. She wanted to re-experience his acquaintances in America. She wanted to go to New York and New Orleans. She wanted to see what Michael saw, if his opinion of America was ever true.
"Come on Theo, let's go to the New World" Theo looked at her pale cheeks slightly touched in pink. The shape of her jaw, the softness of her skin, the beautiful way her hair blew back against the wind was absolutely marvelous. He looked away and focused his eyes far back out into the sea.
"I have no intentions of going to the New World."
And that was that of course. It was no use of cajoling him to go. Isabella closed her eyes as if to shield her eyes from the harsh wind.
"Then I shall go alone.." she breathed out in a low tone of voice. Theo detected her change of attitude and took her in his arms.
"You want to see America darling?"
"Yes indeed. Come along with me Theo" she laid back into his arms. Sensing her comfort, Theo kissed her cheek and walked back to the car.
Isabella looked at him and looked back out into the sea.
"Some dreams are meant to come true."
