08-29-2006, 06:41 PM
A girl was already sitting in the helicopter, the headset on and a book in her hand. She looked remotely Mexican, with dark dark brown hair and almost black eyes. Her nails were painted a deep blue, with small golden glitters, and her clothes were a simple blouse.
Her name was Isabella Keyes; she'd been involved in another incident involving a photographer and wanted to help, just in case.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?