FabulousFourTwenty

if you and i had never met how far would we really get? i need you like i need air i hate the thought of you not there. i hope you think the same as me but i cant read your mind you see. i trust you when you say you do, believing what you say is true. communicate with me you must dont you have an ounce of trust? you should know im not the kind to use against you what i find or get pissed off by what you feel open up you know the deal. your love your touch and your embrace while lying kissing face to face. these are just a few things i want from you until i die. and if today was my last i'd do it again just as fast. ill always pick you for my

i can watch you play your games for hours, and make you food to eat, sit by your side and touch your leg and even rub your feet. i need to make sure that you know and trust me when i say my heart and love is all for you and will be every day. i know that im a cry baby i get emotional a lot i just worry to much when i think something thats not. not really true but i still worry that you'll get bored of me but days go by and your still here, it proves we're meant to be. apart from everything weve done and everything weve said i cannot wait until its time to lay with you in bed.

from my dreams you came to me reality this seems to be i thought i'd never see the day we'd be together, all ok. but here we are one and the same living through our life long game. hard and easy times will come sometimes make us feel numb but we'll pull through just like we had even if we both get mad for love is strong and conquers all and i will be there if you fall to pick you up and hold you near losing you, my biggest fear. prince charming is not what i need only you to take the lead i love you for who you are not for money or your car just for the love youve given me im the lock and youre the key. the days we fought and were apart i tho

Chapter 7: Falling time She was finally at the airport! departing for Moscow in only 2 short hours. Daphne had never been so excited in her life. Well there was that time when she was about 13 when one of her writings had been published in a larger newspaper, but even the splendor of that hardly compared to this. Her grand illusion was coming true. Watching people go back and forth from one terminal to another and gate to gate. Couples departing from one another and others reuniting and families being brought back together and torn apart. It was the greatest and most heart wrenching thing she had seen before. Emotions were high everywhere.

Chapter 6: True Light Svetlana lies somewhat restlessly on the couch, the bright sun beams coming in through cracks in the blinds from numerous windows throughout The Den. She had the weirdest dream, it left her with emotions in her she didn't even know she had anymore. Feeling herself sticking to the sheets she looks around and tries to get up. Now she has s searing pain, shooting from the front of her abdomen to the side and almost up her ribcage. Her head was pounding, she could hear the blood rushing through her body her heart was beating so hard. She could hardly move, and from her efforts she let out a short scream which reverberated a

Chapter 5: Daphne's Dream It's the night before she leaves and she is packing her things away. She is going to be gone for quite some time. Gathering her belongings together into tidy and well packed suitcases, she paces the room back and forth. Checking not only once but 2 times and three and four times to make sure she had packed everything on her list. Her trinkets and toiletries and her clothing and most importantly her notebooks. Pens and pencils, white paper and lined paper, notebooks and spiral binders. She even packed a camera, though no photographer it would be nice to actually have some picture memories for this part of her life. L

Chapter 4: Svetlana Ravacnovich Jet black hair and stone cold green eyes. If looks could kill, you might already be dead, you just don't know it yet. For as long as she can remember she was with Chertovskii and her family here at The Den. Yet left alone at a young age she learned to be tough very quick. Such a young girl would not last on these streets. Having been in more then one tussle she had no qualms with violence but she had never been one for crime. Now as she nears her 26th birthday her life has started to change. She worked oddly enough with a local circus as a performer. She was the one with knifes, and her act was intriguing eve

Chapter 3: Svetlana's Dream She feels comfortable here; there are familiar smells that give her a sense of ease or a somewhat peaceful serene state. She was not sure where exactly she was but that calm feeling she had went away when she heard the wind howling outside the windows. The shutters that are barring out the cold weather are being beaten back and forth by the ever more strong gusts of the frigid air. She opens her eyes to take in her surrounding and sees an old fashioned vanity with mirror attached. It looks quite old to her with the paint somewhat rubbing off on the edges and some minor scratches on the legs. Next to this there are

Chapter 2: Chertovskii and The Den It is brutally cold outside. The harsh wind is ripping holes through her thick wool coat as she waits for the show to end and the drivers to come for the pickup. They were never on time. Always she waited, long after the lights went out, the noise from the audience gone and the performers went home. Last to leave was her normal routine. Her life for the last few months. To think the pick up guys would understand schedule and be somewhat punctual after a few months of the same thing. But no, they never learn. Tonight they were taking more time then normal. She knew better then to look at the shipments, to as

Chapter 1: Daphne Daphne Boudreaux grew up in and around Louisiana, mainly in Baton Rouge. She was always writing in her free time, almost in all of her time. Her pen flowed freely across the papers as her thoughts collected on the white sheets, slowly becoming part of her, it was her art. Always keeping journals and tablets with her so she would never miss an opportunity to write down something for a story or jot down a quick poem. She loved keeping a diary of her life, her everyday, and her thoughts or dreams. Inside of a big light blue and white house she lived with her Aunt Dee and Uncle Shazer. Uncle Shazer used to play semi pro footba