AN: half poem, half drabble. couldn't really get it to go any other way. look at it as a day late christmas present to all you faithful alec/isabelle shippers out there. enjoy!
btw, i tried to make it un-double spaced. to help it flow. except, that didn't really work out. ff(dot)net hates me sometimes. :]
isabelle
dances down the corridor
into the arms
of alec
and he laughs
and she laughs
and for a moment
they forget
and he picks her up and swings her around and she laughs some more
and then laughing time is
over
because alec is leaning her back
and his hands are on her waist
and her hands are in his hair
and it's heaven, it's perfection, it's the best thing that ever happened to her
and then it's
over
and he puts her down
and turns away
and she sinks to the floor
as he walks away
and she cries,
silent tears, invisible tears, running down her face and stabbing into
his heart.
AN: don't forget to review!