I lay there, on my little island, in the middle of my little lake, totally and completely content to just listen to my surroundings. Birds were chirping "tweet, tweet," water was flowing, grass and the leaves of trees were blowing in the soft, sweet breeze. I could almost taste the sweet smelling wild flowers in the, oh so wonderful breeze. Their scent wafted around me. Mouth watering. I let my arm roll over the warm earth and into the surrounding water. A soft current of smooth silk swerved past the block of which is my hand. Upon pulling out my hand I feel the innocent and delicate strands of grass, stems, and petals. I open my eyes and …. "Gasp," the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. A perfect flow of color and to the exact amount and what is more. The perfect shade of sky blue is hosting the passing of white cotton fluff clouds as the back drop for… Two symmetrical and perfect rain bows. There is only one word I can think of to fully describe this wonder. Beauty, beautiful, belle, bella. Bella. Time froze. These rainbows are of significance. They represent a couple, soul mates, love, passion, and love. Some thing I would never have with her. Bella. Only because she chose him.
Reality came crashing down in ice waves of hatred, and pain. She chose him. Not me. My universe was altered. Black, green, and grey clouds rolled in. lightning clashed, thunder boomed "smash," Pure hatred made itself welcome in my world, all because of her. Bella. But I could not hate Bella, no, I love her. Love. It was not her fault she was sucked into the iron arms of a parasite. Love. But it was, it was her fault. She chose him. Not me. Anger coursed through me. It was both their fault. Their fault that I always had this night mare, this storm, "Storm Bella."