Post by ivanna vinci on Aug 11, 2008 11:36:16 GMT -5
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T O K E E P O N L O V I N G Y O U I S I M P O S S I B L E [/center]
S[/i][/size][/color][/font]he had been once fully aware of her limitations. They had been those cursed conflagrations that didn't allow her to pass to that other end of the world where she knew for a fact that life was much simpler, much easier. Day and night she had dreamed of such a place where she'd be happy without having to try, where she would be able to travel back in time and do things right. She hoped for the chance in which she would once again have two paths to follow, and with that sense of experience she would force herself to go through the most difficult yet rewarding way.
Where obstacles were framed with fire, and one could only see the light in the far, far end.
B[/i][/size][/color][/font]ut this all had stopped. Ivanna failed to see all these ends and beginnings, for she had become them. The flame that once scared her was she, and it was her who was scaring whole populations away. She knew that her wry character and bluntness were stronger weapons than guns and knifes. Her tongue was sharp, and her beauty was just a mirror of what she had become. She knew that the only way out of a life like the one she lead was through the good charity of the credulous and naive. If she would have to follow suit to all of these claims on a much later day, she would. Just not now. It was as if she had drank from the fountain of youth, one so pure and clean at first sight; yet so infinite that it was impossible to figure out what laid beneath. Just like Ivanna, so sweet and complicated, a messy compilation of emotions, ambition and a bit of good will that was almost always living in the shadow of her past. Things that didn't let her advance to become a better herself. A girl that a man wouldn't have to dare to love.
S[/i][/size][/color][/font]he remembered him with her soul clenched. With a sadness that was almost impossible to bare, and a terrible misunderstanding of what had happened. It was him who had destroyed all the love that she had had left, the bit that had survived so much calamity, so many lies and so many good-byes. But as closed as a locked vault, with twilight erasing all that she knew and was able to control... Ivanna couldn't speak of it. Her pride hurt, and her mind commanded all her senses to erase the emotion, for none of it was worth it. She had wanted him with every piece of her body once. She had been faithful, as faithful as a woman that sold her body on the streets as the blue night fell over her shoulders. She had loved him and given herself up to her, mind and heart; for giving up her body at that point seemed more of an ironic joke than a romantic statement. She was in love with him, but the word had lost all its worth after being used and used. No one seemed to believe it, to her surprise, because she had pronounced those syllables, throwing them and bending them to her needs. But none of that had mattered before, not like it mattered now. Blaise, Blaise didn't believe them.
And that's why life was over to her.
T[/i][/size][/color][/font]he meaning of love was just but a dictionary definition to Ivanna Vinci. The girl who had grown surrounded by silk and sugar, large, cold houses and large, cold hearts. A life in which her mother begged the nannies to give her daughter an extra hug, for she was on her way out to a party in England, a place that was becoming more chic and where the parties celebrated beauty rather than talent. Of course, a small two year old daughter would not do, she needed a tall, skinny, mature young woman to keep by her side. Ivanna wasn't ready. She barely knew how to hold a spoon and much less speak to the crowds with the elegance that her mother seemed to achieve. Her father, a business man who still couldn't believe his wife had gotten pregnant from a one-time adventure that hadn't even been part of marriage. A large fault in a world of rules and where love wasn't a part of life, just written of in books and sang about in songs.
If he had known that Ivanna wasn't his real daughter but of a young man who bought the newspaper in the mornings... Mrs. Vinci's head would've been cut off and carried in a parade of shame.
Y[/i][/size][/color][/font]et children are tricky, and learn what is truly in their hearts. Hope grows and so did the girl of the blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She hoped to love and to be loved. Characters in romantic novels became alive before her tiny body that yearned for that true feeling that seemed so far away. The plays she portrayed with schoolmates and dialogues she created right off her head which spoke of broken hearts and large prides became more of a part of her soul. Those characters made out of words made her jealous; all she wanted was to feel, to live.
But not many boys in high school were the ideal Darcys. They weren't built from the strokes of a lovely hand that communicated all that was hopeful and pretty. These were raised in ambition and hate, security and trapts. All they were curious about was of a sensual nature, one that Ivanna wasn't willing to live so early in life.
Ivanna had to escape. She looked for every way to run away. Balconies became short of what she was, and the front door was just but a very large window. Through every evening, the rain that splattered in her window, the singing of the birds and the drilling that seemed to be happening in her brain... all she saw was hope, failing grades, broken hearts and a bigger reputation than the mansion her father had just purchased in the coast of Spain.
A[/i][/size][/color][/font]nd the games began. Work was only at night, and she had officially ran away from home. The charm of life was gone, she didn't understand the language of many, although she would start to quite soon. Two for a hit, how long will five hundred get me, end of the night and early morning.
She had made up a new world of her own, said that she had lived with in the outskirts of Italy and moved to Venice just a few weeks ago to escape the life of a small town that didn't provide much for a big personality as her own. With her hair the color of honey curled and almost down to her mid-back and piercing blue eyes behind a pair of sunglasses, the man who seemed to be the leader of the pack ran a hand up and down Ivanna's waist, and squeezed it from both sides. Almost as if checking the merchandise before it was sent for shipping. He walked in a circle surrounding her, scratching his chin and pulling his hair from the scalp.
"You could be a model, you know. No real need to sell your body. Just... sell it in pictures. Fuck one of the photographers and get pregnant, you're set for life. " The man, maybe too young yet wise beyond his years spoke with such lure that Ivanna became quickly infatuated. She shook her head, and bit her lip. Almost instantly knowing that if she was going to make it in this business, she would have to raise her chin, put a hand to her hip and know what she had to give.
Herself.
"I can't get pregnant. I'm infertile. " The five men who were surrounding her became quickly interested. It showed in their eyes and in their movements. The boy who seemed to be the leader put an arm to stop the two men to his right from advancing.
" You said, Ivanna, right? "
"Whatever you want me to be. "
I[/i][/size][/color][/font]f this was the beginning of a fairy tale, she did not know how it was going to turn out to end. The child inside her urged her to believe in what almost seemed impossible at the moment. The older men seemed the most interested in the new girl who had just joined the pack. They clothed her in the most expensive of clothes and made sure she had a room to sleep in every night. A very glamorous life considering the fact that she was paying for it with her dingity and pride, both which seemed to slip away from right before her eyes.
The crystal moon cried as the battle that she seemed to be losing dangerously closed to a very tragic finale. It was the play written out of her life which seemed to sell no copies, the saddest of all poems; the kiss of the beloved, and the lost run that she had given to her hope.
S[/i][/size][/color][/font]he had met him in the worst of moments. He had saved her life and she didn't even know it. Almost having lost all senses, her sanity and her heart. Her soul seemed to linger and sleep in dark corners. Her eyes were dry, and the kisses meant nothing but money and comfort. The idea that anyone could survive off living in a world as such seemed preposterous, at least to a romantic like her.
She kissed the knuckles in his hands, looked at his bright eyes and held him proudly. With love, and with a heart that seemed to come back to life. The town's lights seemed that much brighter, and her life seemed fuller.
Blaise had saved her. He had wanted her. For months he had paid Ivanna's boss to let her off. Paid for her to have a simple moment of happiness. He had given her all. And for once, Ivanna Vinci experienced love.
H[/i][/size][/color][/font]er brain stopped working and her heart seemed to pause in its tracks. She couldn't hear it beating and she wanted to know if it was still there or swallowed up by the lack of him. Once again, she had escaped. Escaped his inability to love her, even when she was sure that he did. He had laughed at her feelings and now he was here. Almost like destiny. She didn't want to believe it, she wanted to hear his voice and surround herself with his arms. Feel his warm breath against her skin, her nails to dig into his back to stop him from leaving. She wanted him for herself. But he didn't want her.
I[/i][/size][/color][/font]vanna walked slowly towards the building that Cordelia had found out for her. Blaise was staying here. An expensive set of apartments that felt like him. She could almost imagine him walking up this path, as she drew her arms around her and hugged her coat against her skin. The small hairs in the back of her neck rose up, as her long legs carried her up towards the elevator that seemed to go slower than usual. She had come carrying a secret in one hand and her heart on the other one. She had to tell him today or lose him forever. It was her pride that hadn't let her tell him the truth that was hidden beneath all that was Ivanna. The lies, the love, the need for someone to be next to her. The floors ran by from beneath her and even the height scared her. Suddenly, everything scared her.
Yet as the pair of doors opened, she knew she had to do it. Now or never.
And as her delicate hand turned into a fist and knocked against the white door... she knew that Blaise was the only one.
And that the child that they would've had would've united them, yet Ivanna killed it. Just as he had killed her heart.
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