I’m staying with you instead because in Second Life Valentine’s Day is the most beautiful holiday there is! A shower of gifts for those who love, and for those who want to never be alone again! My heart remains locked, but I invite you to discover all the gifts made available to you by the greatest, most beautiful, and magnificent Designers we have. A group is not required, but a strong desire to explore the magical space dedicated to the holiday of lovers with all the gifts together with friends or your partner. I’ve already explored and found so many truly beautiful things.
I had to find myself again. And I ran away with the necklace that had the power to hide me from the rest of the world, from you… from you, who are not here, and in whatever corner of the universe you are now. I can’t forgive your silences, and the shy smiles you give me. You know well that we are used to traveling far… but together.Not this time.
And winter arrives, I don’t know why I’m still writing in this diary. Despite the snow, I went out. Like a reckless girl, I was about to end up straight on the ground along the steps, when as if by magic a chair appears in front of me, a chair but made of snow! “Oh,” I manage to exclaim, I recognize him, the creator. His father, the Vampire Count who welcomed me into his home when I was left alone in the world. Swallowing with difficulty and breathing is not easy. “Sit here, girl, you are my daughter!” replies the Count. Though he says very little, he manages to read my mind, and he understands my state of confusion well, he reassures me, and everything calms down, except for the fact that I’m still confused about my state of being half angel, half demon, half vampire! << It will take time Cynthia >> I nod silently like the snow falling down and I can’t hear… because it was just a dream from which I wake up, my forehead soaked in sweat, the sensation of not being alone in my room, that sudden shiver on my back and a quick look out of my window… It’s snowing!
It’s snowing, but the sky is still covered in a blanket of stars. The red blanket to protect me from the snow on the armchair now covered in nine. I’ll leave it right here out on the patio. I could challenge you to a snowball fight, or simply love you. After all, loving you is natural. So I decide to write you a letter. This time I’ll deliver it. This time you’ll be able to read what I’ve been carrying inside me for almost four years. I grab the pen, my hand trembling slightly, and while I slide down, our son takes a photo of me. “Mom, I’m going out to dinner with friends. You’re beautiful when you smile.” He walks away, waving goodbye with a hasty wave. I look at a star, the one that seems to be the closest, and I let myself be carried away by the feeling that binds me to you. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of us and what we’ve shared, with all the beauty and even with our limitations.” “I’m writing to you with an open heart, aware of the mistakes we’ve made and with the sincere desire to make amends together, with acceptance on my part and awareness on yours.” “I wish we could start over with respect and understanding.” “I still believe in us, in that unique complicity that has bound us, and I’m ready to build something better.” “You are an important part of my life—I’d dare say the best part of my life—and I hope we can rediscover that serenity together. In a world that sucks, we know how to find our Heaven, even if being in Hell with you would perhaps be more fun.”
“You and I have forgiven each other many times… this time, let’s give each other a gift. Christmas is approaching, and I know ours could truly be the best gift ever. It’s a right we deserve in our world outside. We have a somewhat strange family, but it’s our family, and they are all wonderful. Do you want that? Luv
I wake up angry and thirsty. My head is spinning, I bite my lower lip and I bleed a little. I savor my blood and your flavor, you drive me crazy and you know it perfectly well, while I imagine you leaning your head back and whispering amusedly – tell me Cyn you’re mine – I nod and as if intoxicated I rest my head on your chest – fuck I’m still yours and I’m here I’m still in your dark kingdom. I get out of bed, it’s late afternoon as I find myself in your room alone and without you, oh I know well… you will look for other sacrificial victims, but it is from an angel that you still ask supreme pleasure. I go in front of the large mirror… my hair black as ebony and long enough to cover my soft features that smell of you. I’m no longer me, and no I don’t love you… you’ve changed me, and the gates of heaven are no longer granted to me. I get dressed slowly, my long black boots, and the note on the bed. -Go to the bar area, there’s a surprise for you, my dear Angel – a quick brush of my hair so that it shines and I pour myself that looks like a good vintage wine… but it isn’t… The most precious blood of some sacrificial victim of yours that you brought to death because you do this with everyone… except with me because every time your desire rises, every time the desire pushes you to call my name… just like a little while ago. The ring on my cell phone and I answer with a faint “yes?”… – A laugh, yours, that seems almost demonic – Try not to disappear, as soon as I can you will be mine again! – And instead no, no, it won’t be like that, you will have to accept the challenge first! … but I’m not saying this to you, mine is a thought, just a thought of a fragile and submissive girl who will give in again and again to the delights of your flavor
I grew up loved and supported by two families before the calamity that struck everyone without distinction, no name could be pronounced: the word Pestilence was frightening. When my parents died, too much pain prevented me from looking around. I was taken in by a Count who had always been in business with my father. I was eternally grateful to him because I had the opportunity to study and grow up, always eager for knowledge, and then there was him… His son, as handsome as he was damned. He looked at me and smiled, and in his presence I seemed like a frail girl, with lively and attentive eyes. I fell in love and I was fifteen, marriageable age, so I tried to escape from the residential estate of the family who took me in. And then that night I became his property. – You may be different from us… – he usually said to me…and yet he craved my blood as much as I craved his hands on me. I quickly became a conscious vampire, and he reveled in every lesson I learned. Cunning a craftynd…A young, eager vampire.
I’m doing yoga, it’s hot! The heat of the cliff on my body feels almost like a massage, I inhale and exhale slowly feeling happy, I find myself here… almost like a natural pool, in the blue of the ocean and at the moment the notes of a melody arrive that makes me think of you, and it couldn’t be otherwise.
His breath catches, his fingers curling into your back as if he’s trying to anchor himself, to keep from falling apart…He pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin. I wasn’t supposed to save you. None of us were. A bitter laugh escapes him, but there’s no humor in it. We were all just… waiting to die. And yet here we are.immortal vessels.. you were naive as a child of wonder trying to learn and seek more into you …He hesitates, then adds, softer: Do you really think I wanted this? To be real? To feel anything? His hand moves to your cheek, his touch gentle, almost reverent. You think I asked for this pain?you can be different than me your own ways of showing what’s your true potential is…
Between doubts and thoughts it was a night without sleep, it was a night without dreams, but also without nightmares,Now it is almost dawn … The air is fresh everyone is asleep at home, so I decide to take a dip in the pool. I haven’t learned to swim for a long time. But I have overcome my fears only because I love the sea. After a short swim I sit thoughtfully, letting my feet remain in the water. Doubts and thoughts crowd my mind, do you know when everything is really going well, and you ask yourself… if this is happiness? I think all in all I have achieved that balance I long for. Willpower, determination, goals and knowing how to surround yourself with people you can count on. No, no doubts… I shake my head resolutely. We are united, all in one heart… and we can live forever!
it seems like it’s not my night, broken washing machine, man out for work, children sleeping …not her , Annabelle who looks at me and smiles << mom I’ll take care of the little ones, please go to the laundromat, I’ll wait for you with hot chocolate and whipped cream and then give you a healthy rest>> I will be eternally grateful to that little girl who was the fruit of a great conscious love, the adoption by her father and then by me. She immediately called me << Mom >> Now I am the one who smiles, tiredly, but I smile gratefully for life and the love it has reserved for me. ( if only it were true ♥)
Cinzia Barzane Fasshion & Art 