Post by elaezerbelle on Jun 12, 2008 9:49:41 GMT
{Tagged to myself}
The wind blew. It probably looked quite beautiful from someone else’s point of view. It blew from behind Odille, sending her hair and dress forwards to float like a flag. The music in her hand went forth as well, first in front of her, then in a circular motion with some crisp brown leaves. It disappeared in some alleyway. Odille had missed the past few breaths, she realized this when he looked towards her and she gasped intensely, blending in immediately so that he stared right through her. Eze… she hadn’t spoken his name in years. The tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him walk besides Linnet, who’s hand was grasping a child’s. A little girl who was just as glamorous as her mother, and just as dear as her father, no doubt.
The sheet music she’d just been pouring over was forgotten, and she followed them from a distance, not sure if she could bare to hear their voices just yet. They entered a café and sat down for lunch. Odille watched the entire time from the window, standing right in front of their table, invisible to the world. Illusioning herself out. Linnet fussed over the girl, fussed about everything. She was a fussy woman. Ezekiel looked calm and cool. Bored and miserable… He didn’t look a day older, or any less handsome. All kinds of things were happening to Odille’s internal organs. All kinds of things that she didn’t want to happen. Painful things. They had a child.
They finished eating and left the restaurant. “What time is it Ez?” Linnet said. “Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time…” Ezekiel responded with a grin. Odille blinked several times, and her breath caught like she’d been stabbed and the blood was gushing out of her stomach. They crossed at a crosswalk. She had hoped for so long that they were gone, that she could start over here in her mother’s old home. But that is probably what brought them here as well, and she realized what a stupid idea it was to come here. Now the wound was fresh, gaping, and painful as ever. She watched them begin to shrink and started to panic. She wanted to die, but she had to follow them. Follow them, Belle! her mind shouted at her. A truck was coming.
Follow them! She yelled again, silently. She was still making herself appear like she wasn’t there, and rushed forward into traffic to pursue them, but something lingered in the back of her mind as well, a different intention. She’d known the truck would hit her. As soon as it did she became visible to those around her, and the blood really did come now. The trucker stopped to see what the noise was and put his hands to his hair, “Someone call an ambulance!” He screamed, petrified. Odille blacked out.
The wind blew. It probably looked quite beautiful from someone else’s point of view. It blew from behind Odille, sending her hair and dress forwards to float like a flag. The music in her hand went forth as well, first in front of her, then in a circular motion with some crisp brown leaves. It disappeared in some alleyway. Odille had missed the past few breaths, she realized this when he looked towards her and she gasped intensely, blending in immediately so that he stared right through her. Eze… she hadn’t spoken his name in years. The tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him walk besides Linnet, who’s hand was grasping a child’s. A little girl who was just as glamorous as her mother, and just as dear as her father, no doubt.
The sheet music she’d just been pouring over was forgotten, and she followed them from a distance, not sure if she could bare to hear their voices just yet. They entered a café and sat down for lunch. Odille watched the entire time from the window, standing right in front of their table, invisible to the world. Illusioning herself out. Linnet fussed over the girl, fussed about everything. She was a fussy woman. Ezekiel looked calm and cool. Bored and miserable… He didn’t look a day older, or any less handsome. All kinds of things were happening to Odille’s internal organs. All kinds of things that she didn’t want to happen. Painful things. They had a child.
They finished eating and left the restaurant. “What time is it Ez?” Linnet said. “Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time…” Ezekiel responded with a grin. Odille blinked several times, and her breath caught like she’d been stabbed and the blood was gushing out of her stomach. They crossed at a crosswalk. She had hoped for so long that they were gone, that she could start over here in her mother’s old home. But that is probably what brought them here as well, and she realized what a stupid idea it was to come here. Now the wound was fresh, gaping, and painful as ever. She watched them begin to shrink and started to panic. She wanted to die, but she had to follow them. Follow them, Belle! her mind shouted at her. A truck was coming.
Follow them! She yelled again, silently. She was still making herself appear like she wasn’t there, and rushed forward into traffic to pursue them, but something lingered in the back of her mind as well, a different intention. She’d known the truck would hit her. As soon as it did she became visible to those around her, and the blood really did come now. The trucker stopped to see what the noise was and put his hands to his hair, “Someone call an ambulance!” He screamed, petrified. Odille blacked out.