Potions for foxes

So here's my new story. It's kind of short story-long story. Based in the same style that my love Amber used with Cellblock tango. It's all about 7 girls that talk about love, but not with my average lovey dovey love. No, it's all about reality, heartaches and heartbrokens, and lies, deceiving and non ending love :blink:. Sounds bitter? hehe. I'm no bitter. I promise. =)


So here's the soundtrack. I'll use a new song for each of my fictional girls and their chapters will be like a songfic. The song will define their plot, somehow.


Soundtrack


Main theme:
Portions for foxes - Rilo Kiley
Anna Sophia's song:
Strange and beautiful - Aqualung
Kennedy's song
Dirty Little secret – Sarah McLachlan
Scarlett's song
Does he loves you? – Rilo Kiley
Rosseane's song
Worn me down – Rachael Yamagata
Kathleen's song
Cold hands warm heart – Brendan Benson
Geneva's song
It ain’t me babe – Dave Milillo
Sammy's song
I’m your puppet – Gregory and the Hawk


Disclaimer: I don't own the celebrities I mention here. Even if I'd love to have them for one day only :tsk:. I based the fictional girls on my girls from this forum, but I created the plot around them. So all the situations are fictional. I don't own the amazing songs used in this story, but I think I'm just creating some makerting for them since they're amazing.

I also want to thank Amber for giving me her love and give me that little push that I needed to post this story :love:


Last but not least important. This is copyrighted by me, Andrea, and it won't be used somewhere else without my permission.

Potions for Foxes


I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you


Love, love, love. It’s so easy to fall in love and it’s even easier to fall out of it.


We all desire it with all our passion but when we find it, we fright it, we fear it to end, and starting all over again, alone, by our selves. It’s easier to hide behind another person than to stand up by our own. It’s nicer to feel protected by him and to think that it’s the one that is meant to be with us, forever.


What is forever? How do we reach it? How do we know that forever is forever and not just a lie that we tell to ourselves so we don’t feel the panic of the end? Our soul lives forever, how? Is it real? Or is our fear talking about something that we don’t know, we don’t know what’s after life, we don’t know if it’s real or is it a lie; we don’t know if after we live our life we’ll get to have another chance.


So, how do we say that a love is forever? Is it because we feel thrills about going solo that we say sweet lies so we pretend to not see the end of the road behind the rainbow? To say that we expect the end of a relationship as we start one is accepting already that we’re going to be alone again, naturally. We born alone, we’re suppose to die lonely, right?


Oh no, romantic notes, romantic stories, oh Romeo, Romeo where a’ you romeo? Even Shakerspeare knew that love has an end. Romeo did die as Juliet did after finding herself alone, and their love ended up there, with a heart broken, tears and fights. So why our endless debate about an endless love?


It’s not that I’m unhappy, or a bitter woman. It’s not that. I have a man by my side, and I sleep with him every night. And he says he loves me and I say that I love him. But do I really love him? How can I know that? The grass is greener in the other side. Always. And that’s a fact.


So as I lay next to him, I wonder how would it be if I lay next to someone else. And as I make love with him I wonder how would it be to do it with that other person. When i say I love him, my lips say it, my mind wanders and my heart denies it. I feel so comfortable next to him that letting him go and run after my desires makes me panic.


So I lie. And I lie to the world. And I lie to myself.


Yes, I used to love him. But now, I just don’t know.


There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
then touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left


And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too*


*portions for foxes - Rilo Kiley

What a great start so far Andie, I really do like it.

This part really made me stop and think:

All of it is true, yet we sometimes don't know the answers. We never know when love starts, but always know when it ends. Love is strange. It's dangerous. It's powerful. It's passion. It's...well love.

Can't wait to see the girls' stories. :)

Katie

Yayy! I was so excited to see this up! I gave a little cheer in my room. ^_^ How I love an Andie story from my little sis!

Now, I love the idea you have with all the songs. I am about to go look up all the lyrics to get a hint of what we'll be dealing with here. teehee! And, I think it is awesome that it won't be a lovey lovey story because you're right, life isn't lovey lovey. :yes:

Aw, you're my love, too! :love:

*blush* Well, you know me, I have an aggressive way of pushing for more story. Guilty as charged! But, I can't help it if your writing always keeps me hooked! :D And, all my love back to you!

This line really hit me. I think it is an issue a lot of people fall into....it is easier to have someone with you than to be alone so even if you don't necessarily want to be with that person, you are still too afraid to let them go.

I adore how you show here that even the most romantic and popular images of love in all the world, Romeo and Juliet, still died alone and with nothing but heartache. It gives a good starting theme to the story....not everything about love is so great, after all.

And, isn't that the biggest issue we all fall into? Being too comfortable to let go. It's a hard lesson to learn...trust me.

I absolutely love this start, sis! I can't wait to read more.

Oh, and I'm going to have to try and download that version of 'It Ain't me, Babe' because all I can sing right now in my head is Johnny and June Cash. ^_^

It's scary how I can relate to every single paragraph in this moment of my life. If I was told blacked out, lost my memory, and that I had actually wrote tis, I would have no problem in believing it.

I rationally chose not to quote anything, because I'm oo involved, and I'd surely rant for two good pages... but it gave me he chills because it was so well written and so real and damn familiar...

you even quoted Shakespeare!!!!

I was waiting for tis badly, and I knew I'd love it... but I wasn't expecting it to exceed my best expectations and to feel so wrapped up in this.

Expect a better reply next time, querida mia, and rest assured it's my too-big wonder refraining me from writing more, not the lack of it!

WEEEEEEE!! pulpfiction :woot: You posted it! That was fantastic. Keep it up, I really loved it especially the Romeo/Juliet thing. Great job.
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Ooh, fantastic first chap. As usual you draw us in with your poetic style and a touch of mystery...I loved it!

:love:

More, please? :blush:

Oh you silly sis... how do you expect me to concentrate with such a drooling boy in the top of this page? I just can't stop me from viewing the trailer, one, and another, and another time.. it's really addicting...


So, basically, :tsk: :yes: ;-) :heartbeat: :hospital:

Worn Me Down
The story of Rosaline Evans







She's gone
How do you feel about it?
That's what I thought
You're real done up about it
And I wish you the best
But I could do without it


He is asleep in the room while I’m here crying in the bathroom. I’ve never felt so used, so hopeless in love with someone that can’t see me with other eyes than a dirty lover.


I’m the dirty lover. The other woman. The one that breaks up homes and brings tears to the faithfull wife. I’m the bitch, the woman in red, the careless and emotionless adulterer woman. But why I don’t feel like that? I’m in such a stage where I just can’t feel a thing. I love him. And he doesn’t love me back, but still I’m with him. I agreed to be with him just to have the tiny hope that someday he’ll love me.


If he tells me that he wants me to jump to the tracks. I’d do it; within a second. If he’d tell me that he wants me to move to another country. I’d do it, leaving everything behind because my life has become his.


I follow him, from place to place, from filming to awards. I’m the one behind the gorgeous wife. I’m the one that looks the life that it’d be supposed to be hers from far away.


He is drunk, he passed out after doing dirty sex with me. He came to visit me in that stage. She knows about me. And quite intelligent, she wants to leave him, and she wants to take the kids. And what does he do? He comes to me, because he loves me? No, because he doesn’t have someone else but me.


I’m behind the curtain of his life, I wait there until the moment he wants to see me. He hides me from his friends and family, he calls me with other names when he calls me on the phone. He even have a different phone that he uses when he calls me, and when I asked why, he just pretends to do it so it’d be easier for us to comunicate.


Gone
And I will because you've worn me down
Oh I will because you've worn me down


And even if I’m getting tired of it I just can’t seem to be apart of him.


My sweet Johnny. I met him in through a friend, I was already in love with him and I showed that to him that night. And I guess he liked it since he kept calling me.. and I just kept going. I’d never thought about it. Yes, he has a family, but he looks after me, right? I can’t be the bad one if he keeps calling to me. I’m not looking for him. At least, at first.


It’s never a good idea to fell in love with your lover. Even more if you sort of agree that it’d be just a casual thing. I drunk from his essence and now he is in my blood. I need him to be with me so I can fill the emptiness that this relationship has brought to me. I ended up without friends because they just don’t see what he does to me. How can I explain them that I love him and that I didn’t do it just to break up his family?


The media always put the other woman as the devil, but has anyone ask them how they feel about it? My body is dirty, my mind is confused and my life is solitary.


I open the water so I can start feeling the drops of the shower over my body. Maybe if I clean it very deep I can clean the sins that cover my skin. I hate doing this, but Johnny is like a drug, he touched my heart and touched my mind, changing it, collapsing my virtues and values so I’d just be able to think, on him.


Worn me down like a road
I did anything you told
Worn me down to my knees
I did anything to please
But you can't stop thinking about her
No you can't stop thinking about her


Would he ever get drunk because of me? I don’t think so. I guess I’ve got more drunk because of him than all the times he has ever get drunk. And I bet that there are a lot of times he has thought about leaving me, “I’m hurting you Rose, we’d never do this again.” But we do. And again that night, and he calls me the next night and he forgets about the fact that he is hurting me.


But he can’t stand hurting her.


And it’s fair, if you think for some minutes. She has his family and had his children, and it’s unfair for them, but why I have to be the bad one? He hurts me as well, he hurts me so badly when he calls me and light the small fire of my hope and then blows it away, leaving the ashes to shadow my mind.


I get out of the shower and put the tower around my body. Taking my ciggies out my bag that i threw to the floor while we were in our passionate drunk love making I walk to the balcony where the night in the caribbean welcomes my loneliness.


I used to be so different. I used to be so loved. I left everything behind for him. I used have a dearly fiance whom I left for Johnny. I used to have a dear friend whom I can barely see now, I vanished from my world to complete his world. How did I do it? Staying in the shadows. Me, the drama queen, the stage lover, the actress, the singer, the one that wants everything, now I stay behind the curtain of his life so when he gets tired of it, he can come to me and when he gets tired from me he goes back where he is happy.


But when I get to be happy?


And you've wrong
You've wrong
I'm not overreacting
Something is off
Why don't we ever believe ourselves'
And I, Oh I
I feel that word for you


I can leave him. I can leave him in any moment I want to. I can recover my life and save my love and my passion to someone that really feels it. I can get clean from my sins and hope that he gets punished from his.


Yes. I’ll do it. I’ll leave him, without a note, without a kiss, I’ll just leave him cold. Like a wind that blew on his face and then it dissapeared. I’ll be the ghost of a love that he never understood. I’ll be the girl behind his dreams, that waited for him until it was too late.


And then he’ll be alone. Just like me. She’ll leave him and I will leave him. And he’ll feel the same way I do now. I have nothing, and no one, just because of him. I want some revenge, I want to recover and fly away.


I finished my ciggarette with the resolution in the back of my head. I’ll get ready and leave him in an instant because it’s what I deserve. And what I need the most.


Suddenly he moved in his sleep. Without thinking I ran towards him so he’ll find me next to him. Maybe now he’ll see me and see the angel that take care of him every night.


“Rose.. Did she leave me?”


No you can't stop thinking about her


I sighed. But I didn’t move. I just put my head over his shoulder and closed my eyes as I felt his tears for her falling from his eyes and my tears for him falling from mine.


She's so pretty
She's so damn bright
But I'm so tired of thinking about her again tonight


I wish I could be like her. I wish I could own his mind just like hers. I wish I could own her life and show everyone that he is mine, show to the world that he loves me and that he wants me to be in his life.


She is so pretty, with her brown hair and childish smile. I’ve watched her from the distance, with their kids, so friendly and adorable. She is intelligent, she is sexy, she is a good person, a good mom, and a good wife. Everything that I don’t have, she owns it, controls it, and is proud of it. Once I called to his home and it got the message machine. His voice didn’t welcome me, it was her cheerful voice, and the playful voices of their children. My heart sunk. And every time I think about Johnny she comes to my head.


And I’m so tired.


So, so tired.


Worn me down like a road
I did anything you told
Worn me down to my knees
I did anything to please
But you can't stop thinking about her
No you can't stop thinking about her


And he woke up and hugged me. His breath tastes as the lasting flavor of the rum and coke he drank, along with the last strong feeling of the tequila in his system.


“I need you.”


And I gave up. I need him too.


Worn me down like a road
I did anything you told
Worn me down to my knees
I did anything to please

Boy.... which boy? :unsure:

Ahha, but you posted!! And what a frigging intense chapter it was! I'm going to reply nice and proper as soon as I get back home, promise...

Gracias, my lil sissy!!! Your magical touch in stories hasn't changed, but it has improved instead (your taste in men didn't, but one can't have too much of a good thing, ay? :lol: )

It has changed ! somehow! I'm now all over sweet orlando but more like orlando as lover and elijah as boyfriend :tsk: i just can't choose between them.

:surrender: you'll see one day I'll be all blooming and I'll get to blame on spring time. And POTC all over the net :duel:

:woot: Wow, that was really good. I am so happy you posted. I like how she contemplated leaving and then in the end just went F*** it, I will stay. But I still think she has this inner power in her that she can't control and will probably see she needs to leave him. BUT then again maybe not. Very good cahpter Andie and please write more soon. You're getting me addicted to this story. :hug:
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Ohh, so we begin! ^_^ I absolutely adore the angsty vibe to this, as I knew I would. And, as much as I would enjoy to spite the 'other woman' I find I cannot in this. You really make readers sympathize with this character which is a tricksy thing to do. Great job!

I loved her insight and the way she feels so helpless about the relationship. How she feels trapped and lonely, how she wishes he would think of her as he thinks of his wife. In her reaction of wanting to leave, it is a shame she can't follow through with it. She deserves someone who will love her first as number one....not someone to run to in the background.

The comparison of her being behind the curtain of his life was brilliant!!!

Oh shit I missed an update! Sorry Andie, I've been working on Having Faith ;)

I loved this. I really did. Basically I agree with everything everyone said. I wasn't the least bit surprised that she stayed with him because when you love someone, it's hard to give them up.

Can't wait to see more ^_^

Katie

I'm finally back!

Now, I've been mulling hard and long on this on my train ride, thinking how come I lied it so much.

I think the explanaton is pretty smple: we sympathize with the 'otehr woman', although in general discourses the lover is always the one to blame.

I think this story has very good premises to unfold a statement that is simple and deep together: love makes you do things you'd never expect to do, and beome what you'd never think to be.

And it was so werid and cool to see a character like Rosa, based on someone I love so much, consciously hiding herself 'behind the curtain', as you say, for a man.

Brilliant!

I agree with Anna that it's interesting to see this from the 'other woman's' POV, especially when this other woman is judging herself just as harshly as the rest of the world would. And the ending broke my heart...I was so ready for her to say 'f*** it' and move on, and then you just killed me!!

Gah!!! I'm dying here that was so heartwrenching!!!

:love:

The story of:
Anna Sophia Coppola
Strange and Beautiful





I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.


How can you mend a broken heart? How can you forget someone that touched your soul? Is it in somebody’s else arms? Is it walking down the street by night with the moon upon your head and the stars lighting your eyes? Is it when your heart stops bleeding and you start feeling something else that it’s not pain? When is it? When do you know that it’s all over and that you can move on and love again? When it is possible to love again? Is it possible to love again?


I lost him 2 years ago. I let him go because I wasn’t sure that we were meant to be together. He was too perfect for me: too faithfull, too loving, too handsome, too adorable. I had to find something off the relationship, it couldn’t be perfect. I tried to become the jealous girlfriend, the one that would push him to be angry with me. It didn’t work, he laughed at my jealously. I tried to drama queen – sticky girlfriend, absorbing all his time and then telling him that we were too absorbed in each other. It didn’t work, he just pushed away slightly and I found out that I actually couldn’t be away from him.


I was getting out of ideas how to make him inperfect, how to make him unlovable, trying to find defects on his perfect personality. I needed drama, I needed independence, I needed something that would give me the reason to break with him. Something that would excuse that I don’t feel happy with him. Elijah didn’t fill me in. He loved me and adored me and I was the light on his eyes, but he wasn’t my light, he wasn’t my love and I stopped adoring him long ago.


To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.


Suddenly, he appeared, with his dark eyes and dark hair begging for my attention. He walked to my coffee house smiling to the air and I felt my legs shaking and trembling from underneath the counter. I was afraid that my voice would be lost in emotion. There was something in his air that took me from my ground and elevated me to the sky. He was my excuse.


His name is Orlando. And he was an actor, friend of my boyfriend. I didn’t care before, but that day, with the thoughts upon my mind, my desires in my heart and my uhappiness in my life he was the reason that I would take to win my life back.


And he saw me too. He saw the Spanish dancer behind the counter. The beautiful hazel eyed girl with long, dark hair and fit body. He saw me and he smiled. Knowing that he was watching me I got from behind the counter, thanking God that I was wearing the jeans that accentuated my body and the tee that made my skin glow. And he was watching me, desiring me in silence, and I was smiling. I’ve found something to use. He was my excuse.


He said hi with his english accent and I said hi with my Spanish accent. He ordered a capuchinno with soy milk and a multigrain muffin. I smiled and walked over the coffee machine realizing that his eyes were on my butt. I’ve always had a nice butt.


The feeling was mutual, as I enjoyed his arms and his strenght he’d enjoy the view of my exotic body. The chemistry was in the air, and the danger was in our head. We both knew that we were in dangerous zone; he hadn’t seen Elijah in years, but I was his girl, and he was his friend. But we didn’t care, we felt like Adam and Eve, begging and desiring for the forbidden fruit.


Elijah was in England, far from me and my thoughts. He called me everyday, hoping to hear from me more than two words. But I couldn’t talk to him, my mind wandering around Orlando’s terrain. Elijah was getting impatient. He didn’t know what he had done wrong, he assured me that he loved me and he was coming back to L.A. as soon as the director could say *Cut*. I said it was alright. I said I was too busy with the coffee shop and with school. I blamed the teachers, I said that the essays and the quizzes were the evil thing trying to ruin our relationship. But I knew it wasn’t that. I was the evil thing ruining the relationship.


Orlando and I used to talk by the tables in the back of the coffee shop. Tea after tea, cup behind cup, we’d tell us lies, dreams and words. The sexual intensity behind each smile, the light behind our eyes and the danger fueling our body.


The day we found each other was a rainy day. I was closing the coffee shop and it was an unnatural cold day for L.A. It was dark and as I locked the door I felt his arms in my waist and his voice in my ear. I smelled the liquor in his breath and the strenght beating on his pants. I smiled. My arms hairs reacting by the desire running through my veins. Without thinking I opened the door and I let him in. We walked to the back of the store and we made love behind the counter. Me feeling his body upon my body, he feeling my curves with his hands. After that, nothing was the same.


I’d wait for him 30 minutes after the store closing and we’d make love behind the counter, on the lockers room, on the closet. We’d make love sitting down, standing up, laying down. The danger fueling my desire, the guilt filling my soul.


Meanwhile, Elijah was driving himself crazy. He didn’t know what was wrong with me and his thoughts over my loneliness drove him mad. He was sure that his work was going to ruin us, and I hoped that he would see that for himself, I hoped that by himself he would find the reason why my heart no longer desired him.


But the end wasn’t as I expected. I thought that maybe, by romantic ways, Elijah would find out that we’re not meant to be together anymore, and that I would be able to fly free next to Orlando and that we all would be happy, no resentment in Elijah’s heart, and my almost sure feeling that what I’ve lost with Elijah I was finding in Orlando.


I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.


I guess I should have known better. Karma is a very powerful thing, while I was having my hopes upon the air as I laid next to Orlando, in his mind, my picture was next to the word: slut. I was the lover, the unfainthful woman, the lady in red; I wasn’t girlfriend material, and certainly, I didn’t have a wife’s bone in my body. And slowly, my hopes started crashing in the reality ground that I feared the most. Like balloons upon the air, my hopes were being destroyed by Orlando’s darts, and I watched them crashed and my tears followed them to the floor.


The day that Elijah found out about us is a day that I will never forget. We’ve been hiding our relationship from everyone. I’ve been lying to Elijah saying things when a new paparazzi picture reached the net, explaining our meeting to the world. And elijah would believe me, as innocent as he was, he never expected me to do something like this. I was lying to his face and still, I was in his pedestal. All his friends knew about us, even if we didn’t say it, everyone knew that something existed between Orlando and me. And not even the indirects, the warning calls, the photos, I was the apple in Elijah’s eye, the woman he wanted to marry, the future mother of his child.


Until he saw us.


After the paparazzis knowing our after shop meeting, and Elijah still on the filming, we decided that maybe we should move our dates to my apartment. I wasn’t living with Elijah get, we were waiting for him to come back to move together, but I already knew by then that it would never happen. We made love in my bed and he took a shower after it. It was becoming an habit: I guess he didn’t want me with him all day and he tried to wash out my essence. I was on my bath robe when I heard the door ring. As I opened the door I found two smiling blue eyes. I was speechless, my heart stopped beating, the sweat started covering my forehead. I hoped that Orlando wouldn’t came out from the bathroom. I hoped that he would stay there forever. Suddenly I realized that I didn’t want Elijah to find out about us. In a minute I found out that my heart still longed for his blue eyes and the love that sparked on them every time he saw me.


But as I said, karma is a really tough thing to mess up with.


Suddenly his eyes moved from my face to the coach, and he walked over there before I realized what caught his attention: Orlando’s scarf laid over the cushions lazily. My heart started beating faster. Then his eyes found something else that didn’t fit in my apartment: a male shoe. And the time seemed to had stopped. I saw everything in slow motion, Elijah walking to my bedroom, Orlando getting out of the shower with only the tower covering his male parts.


And I was watching everything from behind.


“Elijah, I.”


“Don’t speak.”


He said and before turning to me with anger and deception on his eyes he hit Orlando with all his strenght. I screamed. I never expected this to happen. I begged Elijah to stop but she just pushed me away, making me fall to the floor and hit my head with the night table. After that everything went blurry. I remember Elijah and Orlando fighting, then Elijah leaving, and after that, Orlando left me too.


I was alone as I wished before. I was alone.


The karma is an amazing thing, I was left without friends, since my friends were also Elijah’s friends and since I was the evil adulteress I was left behind. The media knew about us and I was followed by paparazzis taking pictures from the *woman that broke up the fellowship*. I never got Orlando’s support in all of this. He just sway away and left me with the pieces of the relationship that I broke up.


And now, I stay in the coffee shop by myself, in the dark, without warm on my arms, without a beating of life in my heart. At the end I saw what I had with Elijah, and I never saw what I lack with orlando. I played with fire and I burnt. Everything that I didn’t want before, now I desire the most: his persistents calls, his lovely words, the spark of love in his eye, the love and care that I pushed away. But I am alone, and I chose to be alone, I lost everything I had just for the dark secret of a lust that I couldn’t fullfilled.


Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes, the frist thing you want never comes,
And I know, the waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes...

Oh wow...

What a great chapter Andie, how sad and heart-breaking for Elijah.

I feel so bad for Anna Sophia too, but at the same time I don't

I'm in shock; this was really good.

I can't wait to see more :)

Katie

:eek: :cry: Wow, that was powerful yet so sad. I feel bad for her that she had something great but she didn't realize it till all was lost, I hate that. I mean she had some fun with Orlando :tsk: , but it was all worth nothing. Great wrting dear, and I was beginning to wonder when you were going to update. Great job and update soon. I want to know the other girls stories and read what the story is behind each of their songs. :hug:
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

You know what I love so much of your stories in general and of this one (and latest chapter) in particular? That your writing is so real that makes me identif with your characters, despite I've never been in their shoes. One might say that it's probably because love is a universal feeling, and we all felt at least a bit of the feeling you have in this, once in out lives.

But what stuns me is that you managed to gaher all those crumbles and pieces of feeling, and you maximized them into something powerful and so intense!

I think I loked Anna Sophia's story because I felt a bit like her, in the past... sometimes a too good relationship has the power to make you question your life to the point you don't know who you are anymore, and so you end up hating what is too good because you don't feel good enough for it.

I wasn't so lucky (or unlucky?) to have an Orlando sweeping me off my feet, though!


Great chapter linda... I enjoyed it a lot and I refuse to let so much time pass before the next one, ya hear me? ;)

Thanks so much for all your kind comments..! It makes me so happy to know that you like my little story, because it means so much to me and the fact that you feel connected to it, it's just priceless =) Thanks. And I promise that the next time won't take that long.

Me neither and to be honest, I'm still waiting for him to come and turn around my world. :tsk: Maybe he just got the memo later that we expected him to.

:blink:

I have a reason! I went away for two weeks to the south island :tsk: talking about crazy elves and cute hobbits. So I went back last weekend and the muse has been a jerk lately, she just likes to write about things that had happened and not about things that had not happened... I don't like her right now. But I promise, I'll write more and more often :noangel:

Here I am! sorry it took so long to reply. It was great chatting with you today!

Well, its hard for me to say I feel bad for Anna-Sophia for obvious reasons...but, I reckon I can understand that sometimes the constantly perfect can get annoying. She just went about it the wrong way. If she wanted to end it with him, she should have done so. Not played games and then cheated. Some people are self-destructive, though, and it often times takes retrospection to see how good you had it. Or, how bad.

Anyhow, very powerful writing. You are so good at nabbing their emotions and whipping up the angst. I love this series and like Mena, I hope you are able to update soon. Give that muse a kick!

I really loved that comparison! Great job!