[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Edwin
"Well I don't think much of that myself, I guess you
have to be french for it." Edwin quipped with a smile.
Glancing at her he can see she was thinking something,
perhaps not buying what he was saying. It didn't
really matter at the moment though. Turning back to
the painting he looked at the face for a moment. He
alwmost felt like his brother was speaking to him. The
way he would use to talk to him, telling him to behave
and be nice. "Tell me something, do you belive in
fate?" He asked not looking at her but still gazing at
the portrait.
Ria
Ria stared at the back of his head and thought about the
question. In a strange way she did, but since the disappearance
and death of Christian, she did not feel it was a luxury she could
afford. "I used to," she said slowly turning away to hide the tears
that were forming as she thought of her lost love, "but some people
aren't afforded that luxury."
