Disclaimer: Do I really need to say it??
A/N: Hello everyone. I just felt the need to write this little piece because I was suffering from writers block yet again on my other story and I was feeling rather detached from my husband in my writing so I decided to write a short little something about him, and thusly this was produced...
And for those of you who have been waiting for an update of A World of Fragile things, I am soooo sorry it's been taking so long, like I said I'm suffering writers block AGAIN, and then my laptop had to go and break and my entire harddrive got deleted while it was getting fixed... But never fear, I have not given up on the story and I will hopefully have another chapter posted soon.
So now, on to the story...
Have you ever watched your life crumble before your very eyes? I have. Too many times to count, but this time is different. I have always had people around me, to support the various arches and bridges of my life, always had pillars to hold up the broken pieces of myself, but now I am alone. Oh, have you ever been so alone…
I can barely feel her arms around my neck or her slight weight upon my knee. Her name is Isabelle, and she is a rare beauty to be found in this neck of the woods. Her dark hair spills down her back in luxurious waves, her skin smooth and flawless and her eyes a deep, penetrating blue. Her crimson dress has fallen off one side to reveal a graceful shoulder, curving elegantly where it meets her neck. Maybe it's just the rum, but she is perfect.
Every evening now I find myself a girl like her – a whore – to get myself involved with for the night. We have a few drinks, then move things upstairs to my room at the inn, where we romp together for an hour or two. I pretend that I love them just to remember what love feels like.
Isabelle leans in to whisper seductively in my ear. She smells of sweat and alcohol and so many bodies that have been pressed against hers that haven't bathed in ages. Not like Elizabeth. No, Elizabeth smelled so sweet and clean the night she leaned against me on the beach of our private island, like flowers being blown about in a salty sea breeze.
Isabelle's soft mouth brushes against me and I suddenly push her away, no longer desiring her company. She gazes at me confusedly with those blue eyes of hers, but my cold stare tells her clearly that she isn't wanted anymore. She looks so lovely with that pout on her lips. She leaves after a moment, and I am glad she's gone. She doesn't care about me and I don't really care about her, so there is no point in us wasting each other's time.
I have felt love before. For Elizabeth, and for Will. The only true friends I've ever known. But I'm beginning to forget. Their voices, their laughter, the way she smiled at me with her beautiful eyes and the way he trusted me with all his secrets. They are happy now, together. They don't need me anymore.
The rum is sweet but it burns as it goes down. And it's my fault, I know. It's my fault I'm so isolated from the world and the people I love. I'm barely breathing, and I'm so alone…
-Fin-
A/N: So yes, I would greatly appreciate a review or two... thanks!
And on a side note, has anyone else seen Finding Neverland yet?? OMG, when Johnny hugged that child at the end... I almost died!!!