05-05-2009, 01:57 PM
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She took the bottle back, holding it tenderly as if it were her child. This fiery woman was starting to look larger and larger – almost menacing. She mentioned Romeo and Ryan knew what she meant. Sweet DaVinci. Poor, sweet, Davinci. "Ohh," she murmured, pulling her legs up into her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The bottle wasn’t cradled anymore, yet hung from the grasp of a few slender fingers. "He doesn’t…" she started, looking up towards the emerald eyes of the woman next to her. Why did they look so fierce to her? "… like me anymore." At that moment, she was starting to feel as if maybe not that many people did. Everyone had left her, after all.
She took the bottle back, holding it tenderly as if it were her child. This fiery woman was starting to look larger and larger – almost menacing. She mentioned Romeo and Ryan knew what she meant. Sweet DaVinci. Poor, sweet, Davinci. "Ohh," she murmured, pulling her legs up into her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The bottle wasn’t cradled anymore, yet hung from the grasp of a few slender fingers. "He doesn’t…" she started, looking up towards the emerald eyes of the woman next to her. Why did they look so fierce to her? "… like me anymore." At that moment, she was starting to feel as if maybe not that many people did. Everyone had left her, after all.