Inspired by Volume 5 of Paradise Kiss. Don't read if you don't want the
ending slightly spoiled. I took what was sort of hinted (or at least it
seemed it to me) and gave it a life of it's own.
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"It's a woman's happiness to throw everything away and live for love."
Her words echoed in his mind. Isabella... was...?
Of course, it did make sense. Isabella and he had always been close, but he'd never really imagined she would love him. But she did.
"You're trouble."
It wouldn't work. George had thought about it a long time ago. Some people were meant to be together from the start, like Arashi and Miwako. There had been no harm in flirting with either of them because neither would ever take him up on his offers. Isabella... he had *never* flirted with her...
"You can't live on love."
Some things were sacred. Even to George. His mother was an alcoholic, a depressed, just-over-the-hill model, but she was still his mother. And being a designer, his dream, although he'd compromised it, was all still his. And Isabella... Isabella was Isabella.
"What are you going to do now?
Isabella should stay Isabella. But George was needier than he liked to admit.
"Of course... I'm going to make patterns for your dresses."
He wouldn't turn her away.
"Until I die and foreeeeeever!
He couldn't.
"That sounds like a long time."
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"It's a woman's happiness to throw everything away and live for love."
Her words echoed in his mind. Isabella... was...?
Of course, it did make sense. Isabella and he had always been close, but he'd never really imagined she would love him. But she did.
"You're trouble."
It wouldn't work. George had thought about it a long time ago. Some people were meant to be together from the start, like Arashi and Miwako. There had been no harm in flirting with either of them because neither would ever take him up on his offers. Isabella... he had *never* flirted with her...
"You can't live on love."
Some things were sacred. Even to George. His mother was an alcoholic, a depressed, just-over-the-hill model, but she was still his mother. And being a designer, his dream, although he'd compromised it, was all still his. And Isabella... Isabella was Isabella.
"What are you going to do now?
Isabella should stay Isabella. But George was needier than he liked to admit.
"Of course... I'm going to make patterns for your dresses."
He wouldn't turn her away.
"Until I die and foreeeeeever!
He couldn't.
"That sounds like a long time."