Isadora Capri // "The power of music"

Isadora's past

Isadora

As the night closes in, so do my eyes. Suddenly, I'm back. Back where my life started. My ears prickle as I start to hear everything. Rain falling into the already humid grass. The stomping and running on dirty boots. The laughter echoing through the park. HER laughter.

I take a sharp breath in as I feel my consciousness slipping more and more as I continue remembering everything. My senses all activate. Sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing......

Everything crashes into me at the same time. I remember her soft Raven coloured hair, bouncing up and down as she ran into the fields ahead of us. Her deer like eyes staring at me, expectant, waiting for me to follow her.
The small curl of her lips as I did follow her, just as she wished.

I remember the way her fingers curled into mine, pulling me towards her in a rush, the way we'd run together, the rain splattering around us as we got drenched completely in water. But we didn't care. - I didn't care- because she was there.

And as we laughed and ran, I grinned softly with appreciation to have her -because I genuinely didn't deserve her-, I thought. And boy, was I right.

Just as we were about to enter the dark, creaking forest near the fields, I woke up, my eyes slowly opening as I got used to the light behind the curtains. A small frown appears upon my lips as I realise that it was all just a dream. A dream I didn't want to escape from.

But it's gone, just a small memory and I have to face reality. The fact that I have a job. A job as a music teacher in nevermore. I feel my lips press together In a thin line. My first day.- I thought. Thoughts pondered in my mind.

Hopefully, I'll teach the students there how music saves the soul. How it can either hurt, or heal. I rose up from my bed. I changed into a black blouse and a king brown skirt that landed right above my lower ankles. I looked at myself in the mirror. I needed makeup -and a good brushing of my hair.- I brush the small curls with my brush, until they're all evened out and presentable.

I grab my fur coat and drape it across my back, keys rattling as I grab them from the small basket near the door. When step out, I realise- my life at nevermore has just begun.

Author Note:

Hey guys!! I wanted to add a bit of Isadora past before I added any Y/n and Isadora stuff. This book may contain smut in the future, but I'm not entirely sure. For now, I hope you enjoy what I've written so far. I can't wait to continue this book!!