A/N: Alright, so I've had this idea in my head for quite a while... And then I put it on my 'Doc Manager (Upload), so that I could remember to work on it later... I completely forgot about it until today, when I was bringing myself to start writing more chapters again... I forgot the original reason why I was writing this... *shrugs* I don't know... I honestly have no idea why I'm writing this... Sad... just sad...
Isabella's Point of View:
How does it feel to you, when the person that you dream about night after night, the person that you go to and visit every single day, the person that you love finally figures out your feelings for him? That he is no longer then young oblivious inventor on the block? Just the young inventor on the block? And what would happen, if he actually started returning the feelings that you had for him all this time with a deep sincerity? That he actually loves you back?
Of course, all good things must come to an end. In one bright flash of light, that love quickly was replaced with a huge pain and emptiness that no matter what you do, you can't fill, no matter how hard you try... What type of pain you ask? Well... I can't really answer that... All I know is that the one I love is now DEAD!
But who want's to hear about the sad, depressing story of how my crush died? Nah, I'm gonna prefer to live the rest of my life, remembering the two good moments of my life. The two times that I had actually kissed my crush. What were those two times you ask? Well... That makes it go into a little more detail. The first time was August 5th, if anyone cares to remember that... We had gotten our memories back several years later... The sad part was when he asked me about it, and was still very clueless as to what it meant between me and him. The second time happened a few years ago... About the time that he died.
The firs time that he had asked me out, just me and him, no one else. Save his parents who were dropping us off before heading to a Antique Convention downtown, that was when he kissed me. And I kissed him back... Why? Do I need a reason to kiss my crush back?
Well, I might as well go back and relive that day, then maybe my therapist will declare that I've gotten through the worst of my depression that I've been going through since that day.
And if I'm well enough to be declared 'well' again, then maybe I could go and finally pay my respects to his grave... Something I couldn't even bring myself to do the day of the funeral...
Alright, now where should I begin this story? Oh right... Well, I think I can start back at August 5th, and flash-forward to the day of the second kiss.
Well, you see...