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Perhaps it was too early, but Isabella already knew Ed is the love of her life. Edward Nygma. He was definitely him. The man she´d been waiting for her whole life. The man she´d read about in all those various novels. He was her Romeo, her Cassio and Othello, Hamlet, Antony, her Raul de Chagny as well as Eric. He had a romantic soul with a touch of darkness that gave his aura unique color. Isabella was driven to him like a moth to the flame. She yearned for something like this all her lifetime.
"Do you have a book that has changed your life?" Ed asked with a glass of wine.
Isabella looked up at him and stared into his deep bright eyes. "Every book changes my life every time I get into its story." She smiled at him and moved closer.
"You know what I mean. The book that changed your view on the world. And your life was never the same again," he looked through her so fatalistically. She would like to know his one book, but first she had to come up with her own answer. "No doubt it´s Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf."
"Virginia Woolf with her modern conception of creating novel and the relativity of everything," Nygma reminded himself another of her work that threatened his sleep during his school years. "Why Mrs. Dalloway?" he asked.
"Mrs. Dalloway is trying to capture the most beautiful moment for which one is alive. A moment that equals eternity. A moment after which they can peacefully die, because they can never be happier in their life. And my moments of infinite happiness are the ones with you." Isabella gently dipped her lips in the wine and moved to Ed in the shared bath, giving him a light kiss.
"I´m the happiest when I am with you," Ed said.
"What does red stand for?" Isabella smiled affectionately at him. "Drink some more wine," she handed him a glass and put it to his half-open lips.
"Red is the color of love," Ed replied almost thoughtlessly. He couldn´t take his eyes off his beautiful girlfriend who was alive and his.
"Red like blood," Isabella added. She took a glass from Ed and put it on the edge of the bath. "What is your book?" For a moment she swam from Ed and turned her back on him.
Ed stared at the ceiling. "It is Sherlock Holmes for sure. Four Signs? I admired Sherlock for his incredible amount of knowledge and the sharpness of his thinking. I became a CSI because of him." Ed smiled. However, Sherlock Holmes would have to forgive him the few murders he committed in his confusion state.
"Even in love, there´s a death," as if Isabella heard his thoughts. He looked after the sound of voice and saw her, his goddess, more beautiful than Cleopatra. She took his hand in her and, with a quick professional move, she opened his wrist. First one and then the other. By now he noticed that the water around her was turning red.
"What have you done?" Ed stared at her in disbelief. She just smiled as she always did. "I am making eternity from our moment. Even you wished so. Therefore, don´t be afraid and give in, my love." She stood in front of him. She took his head in her hands and kissed him long and passionately. Kisses persisted. Bloody springs drifted across his neck, but he stopped to feel them as her Isabella did. He couldn´t tell the difference between the humidity of blood and water. He wrapped his arms around her waist and joined her pace. "I love you," she whispered repeatedly.
"I love you too," he said as he caressed he soft neck.
There must have been a sedative in the wine. As time passed, he felt more and more tired. Isabella felt heavy in his arms and the water around then turned into red wine. Surely it was just a dream. He pulled her wet strands of hair from her face and looked at her calm sleeping face. Even he felt his eyelids were barely open. He closed his eyes for a moment.