Lost In Paradise

by Lady Ree

Sometimes we hurt, hurt in a betrayal. Sometimes we give up love because of the problems. Sometimes we expect too much from someone who does not give up. Sometimes we become bitter because of the wounds of love. Sometimes, unexpectedly, we are overcoming something that one day it is impossible to theorize, irreplaceable. And sometimes we find love where once reigned only hate. 1820

1. Chapter 1 - She

Lost In Paradise

01 - She.

Gently opened his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room unknown even more unknown, but somehow knew resident there.

She slid his hand over the thin fabric covering her naked body, and almost smiled at the memories that come to mind.

It was wrong what he was doing. Lain with a man, and barely knew - and to have it as "chief" and rival - not harbored any feeling. But she did not care, though he knew somewhere deep in his heart Glacier Queen who should care about that fact.

She stood up, still completely naked, picked up piece by piece from its student dress that was scattered around the room, and finally headed for the bathroom.

The shower allowed the water to rid your body of all impurities of a luxurious night next to be more unlikely the world.

The long, slender fingers - perfectly painted and manicured nails - went through each point where he touched her the night before, without wasting even a minimum icy touch. Adelheid liked, or rather, loved the night he had beside him.

Amara every touch, every kiss, every caress. And no words between them. No exchange of dialogue, or even an empty monologue. Nothing. Only surrendered one another. Left just feel each other between precise and meticulous movements.

Thus allowed himself a rueful smile.

That night she had felt complete. Felt she could never feel when she was with Julie. She had been the most incredible woman and loved the world, even though it would never come no feeling of the man who had taken her to bed.

Turned off the shower and pulled the towel, drying up expertly and then wearing the uniform of Namimori - not forgetting the clamp Disciplinary Board which was part of the sole female member.

Left the bedroom, down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. A simple breakfast would be enough for you. Every step he took noted that throughout the residence was clean and tidy, and also who had only her there. Apparently, even being so young, the boy lived alone.

Getting the kitchen was faced with a simple message on the table. The curvy and beautiful lyrics - that Adel rarely get to see - told him only that his coffee was within the microwave, and only that.

Smirked. Even if there were not taken their coffee to bed - which Adelheid was pretty sure that he would never do - but he still had prepared a meal of it. He had worried about her.

(...)

Woman imposing entered in high school. She was late and knew Hibari - perhaps - not to forgive, but even if it were ordered to return home, who promptly would not, but Adelheid still headed toward the Disciplinary Council, that under the curious whispers of Namimori students.

Unceremoniously opened the door of Namimori demon's office and entered the room in soft footsteps.

- You're late. - The icy sound of imposing and scary student mayor came to you, but the brunette looked away whether the paperwork filled.

- You should have woken me up then. - Informed, thus making it looking up for you. Approached the table, depositing a obentou front of the student demon. - Do not think that I regret what we did. - Said it turned, following out, but stopped with his hand on the door handle. - Thank you for yesterday Kyoya.

She walked quietly down the hall, had the only course of building ground. There were already a few minutes that classes had started, and in the meantime he knew he would not be around the school, as the rest of the members of the Disciplinary Council so would, with or without it.

She sat in the sun looking up to heaven to contemplate the lonely and unique clouds that followed its course by the blue extension.

Stared at for a few minutes the void above him, but somehow felt that emptiness was more complete than her. More loved than she. Why, after all, who would love the Queen of Namimori Ice? One's possibilities believe that it had feelings were as big as the chances of Hibari embarrass yourself in public. Inhospitable.

Sighed faintly, looking away to the right hand - more specifically to the ring finger - wanted one day to load an alliance there. Even for a simple commitment as Flirt.

Sometimes being who she was, it was tiring and frustrating.

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