you need real dark to see the stars
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Isabella's eyes twinkle under the calm night sky.
She tastes like cinnamon and coffee (probably from tiramisu, Lizzie ponders) and Lizzie is lost in the way the light shines off her body. Their hands are intertwined and they're sitting on the roof of an old house in the centre of the city. (They're both trying their hardest not to cry).
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Lizzie is all dressed up in black, she's waiting for Isabella to jump out and yell at them. It's the kind of thing she's do. She's trying so hard to break down so she focuses her eyes on the birds but suddenly everything is blurred and she's falling and she's on the cool concrete.
(She tries ohsohard not to look as the coffin is lowered because Lizzie's never been good at funerals.)
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She still remembers the times when they would bake and sing together. (They harmonised perfectly).
She still remembered the way she kissed her.
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She forgets one day, and wakes up, expecting to find Isabella laying next to her. She's not. (She tries to cover up the disappointment).
She's starting to forget her. The way she sounds, the way she tastes of coffeeandcinnamonandcherry. She blames herself for everything, for not kissing her before she was gone.
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She finds herself at a sleazy club and she kisses a boy with pretty eyes. (He'll never love you like I did, she hears Isabella say). There's no emotion so she runs away. She's all perfect blonde hair and red lipstick.
She buys a ticket back to her home and nobody sees her again for 3 years.
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5 years later, she finds herself in New York. Isabella is next to her and she gives her a quick kiss, laughing and telling her it's going to be okay. She turns for a hug but there's nothing but the echoing sound of her laugh.
When she finally thought she had Isabella back, there was nothing but ashes.