For muse_shuffle - June Disc One
06. "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief
(Bob Dylan - ‘All Along the Watchtower’)
[Relates to THIS RESPONSE by agentcampbell]
She’d seen pictures of David. She’d even been to his grave with Campbell, but this… This was different. He was there in living colour and judging by the way everyone around her was acting, he might as well have still been alive and in the room. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen, even when Mark had finally turned the damn thing off and the room was bathed in a blue light.
She felt ill. She couldn’t take a breath that was deep enough to feel like she was actually getting oxygen into her lungs. She wasn’t supposed to have seen that. She was never supposed to have seen that. Him. David. Izzy pushed up off the floor and raised a shaky hand to her forehead. She was vaguely aware that Mr. Campbell was still in the room, but she wasn’t really listening to a word he was saying. Or not saying. She honestly didn’t know if the sounds she was hearing was her own mind, or someone else’s voice.
She shouldn’t have existed. Well, she should. There was no way her birth could have been avoided but here, in this house and in Campbell’s life-she just shouldn’t have existed. David was meant to be here. David was the one Campbell loved, and the one that was his soul mate. There was no ignoring that fact now that she’d seen evidence of it.
Izzy would never be anything more to him than a working partner, a best friend and right now a bed buddy. He would never love her, not the way she loved him and now she just felt wretched and dirty for ever thinking she had a right to Campbell’s heart.
She was angry at Ali for encouraging her, and at Campbell for suggesting their arrangement. She should have just listened to Mark and moved the fuck on and forgotten about Campbell as anything other than a friend.
Isabel ran her hands through her hair and gave Mr. Campbell an apologetic smile. Mark had gone after James and Ali was in the kitchen. There was no reason for Isabel to be here. Not a damn one. Ali belonged here, she didn’t. “I’m sorry, I have to-something’s come up. Thank you for-ah, thank you for having me.”
She quickly went out into the entrance hall and grabbed up her coat and bag. Getting back to her apartment was going to prove interesting, but she pulled on her coat and got out her cell to call a cab as she started walking. She just wanted to get away. She needed to get away.
Isabel Owens
Original Character
Words: 438
agentcampbell and agentsullivan used with permission.
(Bob Dylan - ‘All Along the Watchtower’)
[Relates to THIS RESPONSE by agentcampbell]
She’d seen pictures of David. She’d even been to his grave with Campbell, but this… This was different. He was there in living colour and judging by the way everyone around her was acting, he might as well have still been alive and in the room. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen, even when Mark had finally turned the damn thing off and the room was bathed in a blue light.
She felt ill. She couldn’t take a breath that was deep enough to feel like she was actually getting oxygen into her lungs. She wasn’t supposed to have seen that. She was never supposed to have seen that. Him. David. Izzy pushed up off the floor and raised a shaky hand to her forehead. She was vaguely aware that Mr. Campbell was still in the room, but she wasn’t really listening to a word he was saying. Or not saying. She honestly didn’t know if the sounds she was hearing was her own mind, or someone else’s voice.
She shouldn’t have existed. Well, she should. There was no way her birth could have been avoided but here, in this house and in Campbell’s life-she just shouldn’t have existed. David was meant to be here. David was the one Campbell loved, and the one that was his soul mate. There was no ignoring that fact now that she’d seen evidence of it.
Izzy would never be anything more to him than a working partner, a best friend and right now a bed buddy. He would never love her, not the way she loved him and now she just felt wretched and dirty for ever thinking she had a right to Campbell’s heart.
She was angry at Ali for encouraging her, and at Campbell for suggesting their arrangement. She should have just listened to Mark and moved the fuck on and forgotten about Campbell as anything other than a friend.
Isabel ran her hands through her hair and gave Mr. Campbell an apologetic smile. Mark had gone after James and Ali was in the kitchen. There was no reason for Isabel to be here. Not a damn one. Ali belonged here, she didn’t. “I’m sorry, I have to-something’s come up. Thank you for-ah, thank you for having me.”
She quickly went out into the entrance hall and grabbed up her coat and bag. Getting back to her apartment was going to prove interesting, but she pulled on her coat and got out her cell to call a cab as she started walking. She just wanted to get away. She needed to get away.
Isabel Owens
Original Character
Words: 438
agentcampbell and agentsullivan used with permission.