Post by souxiekensington on Jul 8, 2009 11:12:19 GMT -5
Souxie found herself sitting in a cafe staring into one spot, the spot. She orders a bottle of red wine, and absentmindedly drinks from it occasionally. She knows what happened once in this spot, and that is why she needs to be here. To tell him it is time to move on, to find a companion for her immortal eternity. Souxie had often wondered why she had been cursed to live with this pain forever, knowing it will never die. But at least, after 200 years she had learned to live with it, and that is how she knew it was time.
Her first visit to Paris in 200 years wasn't causing her quite the pain she had imagined, thank goodness. It had changed a lot but she had still been able to find the location she was looking for with no hassle. Onto her second glass now, still alone. wondering if she should just go back to London, now she has seen where, she could let go. But the wine was actually favorable, it seemed to flow nicely between her lips and she was enjoying herself, to her disgust. The sun had long gone, and the Parisians were enjoying the evening air. It smelled the same as it used to, to Souxie. Despite the pollution, the essence of the air was the same.
Before she even realised it she was ordering more wine "Excusez-moi, une autre bouteille s'il vous plaît" Her native tongue flowing as easily as ever. She missed Paris when she was away, it was always going to be her home, but she knew she could never live there again, too much had happened, too much hurt. She watched all the passers by, wishing one of them would join her, she asked for a second wine glass just incase. This loneliness was starting to eat away at her, enough was enough now, time to move on. Find a new companion.
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Her first visit to Paris in 200 years wasn't causing her quite the pain she had imagined, thank goodness. It had changed a lot but she had still been able to find the location she was looking for with no hassle. Onto her second glass now, still alone. wondering if she should just go back to London, now she has seen where, she could let go. But the wine was actually favorable, it seemed to flow nicely between her lips and she was enjoying herself, to her disgust. The sun had long gone, and the Parisians were enjoying the evening air. It smelled the same as it used to, to Souxie. Despite the pollution, the essence of the air was the same.
Before she even realised it she was ordering more wine "Excusez-moi, une autre bouteille s'il vous plaît" Her native tongue flowing as easily as ever. She missed Paris when she was away, it was always going to be her home, but she knew she could never live there again, too much had happened, too much hurt. She watched all the passers by, wishing one of them would join her, she asked for a second wine glass just incase. This loneliness was starting to eat away at her, enough was enough now, time to move on. Find a new companion.
Count: 331