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la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.
shh.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

♥ past .
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♥ adieu .
set them free

AMANDA
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
hello, old friend. 4:50 AM

impromptu piece; we had to expand on three sentences in la today and spin a story and an atmosphere out of it.
why is it I always get inspiration only when I'm supposed to be paying attention?
mood: expectant, waiting.

*****

She was in her office-- the tiny, compact bubble of folders and drawers and yesterday's footnotes that kept her cooped in most of the day. Her gaze lingered on the delicate silver band glistening on her finger-- her thoughts hardly on what she had to get done that day.

A musical peal tinkled a silvery refrain.

She picked up the phone; gaze shifting absently to the faded polaroid fluttering gently on the wall.

"...Hey, sweetheart,"

The colour grew in her cheeks. It was him.

"I thought you were on your flight back home,"

Rustling noises in the background.

"... Is everything okay on your end?"

His voice slurred; strained-- lapsed back into a gentle, pleading warmth.
"I'm fine. I just called to tell you I love you," The phone line crackled. "... Don't forget to call the florist. You're going to make a beautiful, beautiful bride."
 Static on his end.
 "I have to go. Be safe, baby. I love you."

She hung up with a smile.

 Still set neatly on her finger-- the row of tiny, exquisite white diamonds quivered gently.
She sighed, wishing that she could wish his plane nearer, and-- almost as if it had been touched by the gentle current-- the polaroid winked glowing snapshot eyes and flushed faces; trembled; and whispered its way slowly down to the ground.

She bent over to pick it up-- half-smiling as his eyes twinkled out at her from the burnished glaze of the faded picture.

"Love you too," she whispered back teasingly, kissing the perfect contour of his nose and deciding that she would leave now to meet him at the airport; before straightening up again.



...The last thing she heard before the world disappeared was the high-pitched keening of a hundred thousand engines and the screaming of breaking glass;

the building shuddered in slow motion, in anticipation of falling apart;

and she was still clinging to the polaroid when everything exploded in a brilliant storm of glass and office documents and people;




still had his name on her lips when the plane shattered through her window.