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Post by *Syd* on Sept 10, 2004 1:20:41 GMT -5
that was a beautiful update, i loved it x x
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Post by Reens on Sept 10, 2004 10:38:44 GMT -5
Hari? You silly goose. Where is chapter 12?
Like I said before.
WOW!
This is my fav' tree of all trees some serious butterflies around it! And like Ash said, I too love the way you portrayed Orli's reaction to it all.
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 10, 2004 11:20:21 GMT -5
haha, it's official i have completely lost the plot. Sorry guys... Renee what would i do with out you.  |
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 10, 2004 11:21:33 GMT -5
Chapter Thirteen
beta-read by Renee The mist clears and turmoil subsides but doubt remains. A plagued thought, ebbing with time as weeks turn into months. It lingers evermore as a resolution, never made and never kept. The sting of disappointment when the truth cuts deep wounds. Is it the bitterness of being right or the torture of being wrong? Little more than the stab of a knife, plunged deep into the mind. As confusion ensues.United States, LA: July 2005The LA studio shoots were coming to an end and the one remaining scene was one that they all dreaded. For Keira and Orlando a love scene, that would once have been the highlight of their career, now felt like an invasion of privacy and for the director and producer the fear that the off screen romance would cause a sense of onscreen liberation had left them extremely anxious and debating whether to cut the scene entirely. In the end it had been Johnny, with complete faith in his co-stars, that had persuaded them to keep it in, saying that it could always be edited at a later stage. So in the last week before the Caribbean re-shoots they began the scene in an atmosphere of nervous adrenalin. “Are you okay?” Orlando asked a shivering Keira. “Cold,” she replied, wrapping her arms around herself. They were each dressed in nothing more than a bathrobe and the room needed to be air conditioned for all the technical equipment. Orlando pulled her shivering form into an embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around her to share body heat. “I would see about warming you up right away,” he whispered sensually into her ear, “but there are rather too many cameras around and it would probably get us both fired.”<br> “Okay guys, places, places!” Gore called, from behind a screen. They were on a soundstage in a bedroom set of three walls. Where the fourth wall should be was a screen, behind which were several monitors showing all the camera angles. Four were un-manned and fixed cameras and two were moveable and controlled by cameramen. The continuity girl and the first assistant director both gave Gore a nod of confirmation as they joined him behind the screen. The make up artist soon joined them, throwing the two bathrobes over the back of a chair. The set was now empty apart from the two actors and two cameramen that were barely visible. “Roll camera,” Gore called, “and action.” The four of them watched the monitors silently, before eyebrows began to rise. “Cut!” Gore called, not sure whether to be horrified or amused. “Guys lets keep this within the PG-13 rating shall we,” he chuckled. “Okay lets go again, roll the cameras and action.” They managed to get a couple more seconds than the previous take but again Gore stopped them. “Cut! Orlando damn it, this is Disney. Keep your head where we can see it and for goodness sake keep Keira covered. Your body or the sheets I don’t care just keep her covered!” Take after take they were stopped and when Jerry came in to see how it was going Gore was just about losing his patience. “Cut! Damn it you two. I don’t know how to get it through to you!” At the 12th cut he was becoming furious and stormed out leaving the cameras rolling. Jerry followed right behind him, and the first assistant director, continuity girl and makeup artist weren’t long to follow. “Filming not going well?” Johnny chuckled at the sight of his red-faced director and producer as they stormed out of the building into the LA sunshine. “Damn it Johnny, I’m paying them to act not to live their lives in costume,” Jerry growled. Johnny was tempted to remark on the irony of his comment, it being a scene in which there was no costume but let it slide as they stormed past him. It always seemed up to Johnny to keep his co-stars out of trouble and so chuckling to himself he made his way to the sound stage. He was about to walk onto the set when he glanced at the monitors and his jaw dropped open. “Holy s.hit,” he muttered. Four cameras were still rolling; four angles of Keira and Orlando having sex on the Pirates of the Caribbean set. Johnny glanced around the screen to see if the two manned cameras were still running, but they had been shut down and the men had left. “Well this is going to make entertaining DVD footage,” he chuckled to himself. “Enjoying the show?” Came the voice of Jack Davenport as he poked his head round the stage door. “Man, you gotta see this to believe it,” Johnny whispered back as Jack crept in and closed the door behind him. They both stood behind the screen gazing at the monitors. “God, look at them, they’re so beautiful.”<br> “And likely to get their arses fired for this. Where’s Jerry?”<br> “With Gore,” Johnny replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Where’s Gore?” Jack chuckled, amused at his companion’s apparent distraction. “Off sulking, he was pretty mad.”<br> “He saw this, holly crap!”<br> “No I don’t think so. I think they were having trouble keeping it PG and he stormed off.” At this Jack laughed aloud before realising what he had done and they both glanced at the screens to make sure they hadn’t disturbed them. The building could have fallen down and it was unlikely that they would have noticed. “I swear those two are going to be the death of me,” Johnny sighed. “It’s art, it’s pure art!” Even Jack had to agree, that there was certainly something special. It wasn’t simply a pornographic display of lust but a depiction of love that few would ever understand let alone experience. And the fact that they were managing to convey that through four fixed cameras was extraordinary in itself. “Well this is sure going to sell the DVDs,” Jack commented as the two men turned for the door and left the young lovers to their own destruction. Orlando lay on his back, gazing up at stars that were not there. His entire body was in euphoria, he couldn’t move or even think and yet he could feel everything. The softness of the sheet at his toes felt like liquid silk as it caressed his skin, the bead of sweat on his forehead was like a soft feather, dancing and tickling and the feeling of purity that was pulsing throughout his body was indescribable. And so they lay in silence, a festival of joyous music and dancing raging within. Their bodies were not touching and yet internally they were so entwined they were inseparable. They were marinated in each other. Time had stopped from the first kiss but now it simply no longer existed. Orlando somehow managed to claw his hand across the sheet until it met the familiar skin of its counter partner. His single forefinger wrapped tightly around her pinkie in a touch that was the passage way for all emotion to seep from one body to the other. When they had regained the ability to speak and move no words were shared. No words would ever again be needed; instead they sat together in a naked embrace. Exposed only to each other, the cameras seeing nothing of the silent language they were communicating. They made their way behind the set to where clothes had been left and after dressing each other in adoration they finally made it outside into the LA heat. |
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 10, 2004 11:26:56 GMT -5
“Oh God!” Keira exclaimed as they ran away towards the nearest café. “We’re going to get fired for that. No one will ever hire us again.” Orlando stopped in his tracks, pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately.
“Right now, I don’t care if I never act again,” he sighed, taking her hand and her leading towards the café.<br>
“Well, well. Look who finally got out of bed,” Jack called, from an outside table as Keira and Orlando approached. “A very impressive display I must say,” he added. “Wouldn’t you agree Johnny?”<br>
Johnny grinned at the pair of them his gold caps glinting in the sun, as they turned redder by the second. “Yes indeed,” he commented. “Very… artistic.”<br>
The pair groaned as they wandered over to the seated men and joined them, Orlando pulling Keira down into his lap and nuzzling his face in the back of her neck.
“You really saw that?” She asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“We saw enough to know that we’re going to have fantastic DVD sales and you’re going to get yourselves fired.” Jack interjected cheerfully.
“Oh,” Keira replied, her disinclination for an answer proving just. Johnny chuckled at the blissful looks upon his young co-stars faces. He doubted even deportation would get them down at that moment.
“Don’t worry, they won’t fire you,” he assured. “And if they do then I’m walking too. How will they be able to finish the movie with three of their leads missing?” Jack disappeared off to get drinks returning with three teas and a coffee and a huge plate of fries.
“Okay I’m not even going to make the teabag central joke,” Johnny commented, watching his three co-stars mix milk and sugar in a practiced expertise.
“Yes you’d be a little out numbered, old boy,” Jack smirked, taking a sip from his cup of tea.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be staying away from each other here in LA,” Johnny comment, a sly grin on his face at the display of affection seated across from him.
“Uh huh,” was the muffled reply he received from a head buried in Keira’s neck. “If there are any photographers I’ll blackmail them,” he concluded, raising his head to grin at Johnny.
“Hmm,” he grunted, utterly amused. They were interrupted by some one calling Keira’s name and dreading that it was either Gore or Jerry they all turned their heads away, pretending to be preoccupied.
“Keira,” Pierre called again from behind them, causing them all to turn back towards the friendly voice. “I have your l’Université de Paris enrolment papers, Keira.” He took broad steps to reach their table, grinning from ear to ear. “They need a signature of confirmation and then we are all set.” Pierre glanced around the seated group, slightly confused as to why they were not sharing in his jubilance.
“Paris?” Orlando repeated, his mind trying to fight against information his ears had obtained. Keira twisted in his lap a look of curiosity rather than fear on her face. Orlando forced a smile but it felt as if he had been kicked in the gut and he exhaled sharply.
“You’re going to University?” He spoke more to himself than anyone else, as if saying it allowed would help him process the information. “In Paris…” Keira got up off his lap and knelt on the ground by his chair. This was make or break time. His reaction would be a clear guideline as to where their relationship was going. Was it based on a mutual selfish need or was there an understanding and giving equilibrium?
Orlando gazed down at Keira, her eyes were desperately trying to read his own and he dreaded what they saw. He turned his focus to the rest of the group, silently watching. Pierre was in shock at being the source of revelation, a hint of guilt coloured on his cheeks. Johnny was glaring at him, as if daring him to protest. Orlando closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head in… was that despair or amusement? A smile crept onto his face, small and sincere but it soon stretched out from ear to ear in joy.
“That’s wonderful!” he exclaimed, his voice airy before getting up off his chair, picking up the crouching figure and spinning her around. “That’s f.ucking fantastic,” he cheered. “Why didn’t you tell me? God, I’m so proud of you.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, their cheeks pressed against each other. “University of Paris,” he repeated, this time in awe, “wow!”<br>
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Post by Reens on Sept 10, 2004 11:30:37 GMT -5
What would you do without me? hmm.. well you will be a lot less confused. Thats for sure.  It happens. In the words of Khalil Jibran (totally making this up)...sh*t Happens! |
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 13, 2004 8:54:37 GMT -5
Chapter Fourteen
beta-read by Renee Alone in a world that is so alive and bustling that the mere concept is enough to cause dizziness. Fighting. Always Fighting. Trying to reach and end that is so distant with the flicker of light an unavoidable distraction. The appearance that the world is set against you, with fear of falling behind and a desperation of not getting ahead. An equilibrium of doubt and despair in a balance forever swinging.Caribbean: September 2005They sat on the beach; just meters away from the ebbing tide, watching as ripples danced on the sand. The beach was to the west and they had spent many of their evenings watching the sunset over the Caribbean Sea. The blissful location was juxtaposed by a conversation, which they seemed to be having over and over; one that grieved them both. “It’ll be great. We can get a place out there and commute…” Orlando began, ignoring the dejected look upon Keira’s face. “Orli,” she sighed, but it was of little consequence as he continued, planning his future. “I’ll have to learn French of course, but I’m sure I could…” The eagerness in his voice was heartbreaking to Keira. She knew that he could see it wasn’t going to work and yet still he insisted on trying to fabricate a plan, to manipulate the circumstances. “Orlando,” her voice was raised now; she couldn’t bear to see him torture himself like this and yet still he persisted. “And when I’m filming, I could fly back for the weekends and we could…” “Orli, please!” She screamed, effectively silencing him. She shook her head in despair, fighting back tears as inevitably they fell. “Hey,” Orlando soothed, pulling her towards him until she could bury her face in his chest. “What’s wrong sweetheart, I don’t understand. I…” he stammered but couldn’t refrain from succumbing to the tears. Keira feeling utterly miserable that she was being selfish enough to put him through this, Orlando feeling guilty for trying to invade on something he knew she had to do on her own. “I just… you know why I need to do this,” Keira whispered, when her sobbing had subsided. “I have to prove to myself… it’s what I’ve always wanted.”<br> “Shhh. I know, I know. I’m being selfish, I’m sorry. I just can’t imagine you not being by my side every second of every day. I’m addicted to your presence. I just… I can still visit though, right? I mean it won’t be like three years of not seeing you, right?” He couldn’t handle it; the tears came flooding back at the mere thought of three years. “Of course you can visit and I’ll have the vacations to come home to England. If we can survive this then we can survive anything.” She brushed his sticky tear soaked hair from his face, leaving a kiss where it had been. Orlando wasn’t convinced, that kind of long distance relationship on a couple of visits a year was just doomed. He lay back in the sand, not caring that it was damp and gazed up at the almost purple sky. “And what if you were to leave here as my fiancé?” he asked, not turning to face her, knowing that he would not receive a positive response. “That wouldn’t make any difference, you know that.” She stood up and walked to where the land met the sea, her bare toes feeling the cool water. She was almost disgusted at his comment, but knew he hadn’t meant it in the way she had received it. Even so she couldn’t help the bitterness with which she responded. “I would like to think that you could trust me without labelling me with a possession tag.” She regretted the words even before they had left her mouth and they left a bitter after taste. Orlando sat up behind her and stared not sure whether to be disgusted or ashamed, but settling for bemused. “Keira, I…” he was shocked to say the least. She turned to face him. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” she let out a sigh and walked back towards him. “If we do this it has to be for love and not for commitment.” Orlando took her hand in his but his expression revealed his confusion. “We have to be holding onto a future not a memory. Do you understand what I’m trying to say? If at the end of three years we are trying to get back to what it was before then this is never going to work.”<br> Orlando brought a hand to her cheek. All he understood was that when she left this island he was going to lose everything he considered dear. He had been to university; he knew what it was like. It was the social event of a lifetime. Whether it was memory or a hope that she took with her, it didn’t seem to make any difference to him but as he pushed her back into the sand there was one thing he was sure of: now. Coughing into a sleeve after another sleepless night shattered by the shivering. The exhaustion of just existing, competing against the will to separate pain from reality. To try and avoid… But it’s too late.“Keira?” Johnny called, from the bottom of the stairs. “Are you ready yet? The flight is in an hour. She came bounding down the stairs with a suitcase that was so heavy it was pulling her down. Johnny was standing with his hands on his hips shaking his head at the third suitcase she had brought down. “Okay when we left Paris ten months ago there was one,” he sighed. Pierre stood beside him chuckling, at the spectacle but he received a look from Johnny that warned him not to encourage her. “I know but Orlando brought some of my stuff from England,” she looked optimistic but Johnny didn’t seem impressed. “Okay so that count’s for two what about a third?” He was more amused than annoyed but managed to keep it hidden behind a straight face. “We were in LA what did you expect? Besides that one’s mostly shoes.” Johnny rolled his eyes and this time Pierre couldn’t contain his laughter. “Okay I’ll go get this stuff loaded into the car. Orlando is at the pier when you can’t find him. He took off, poor guy seemed a little dejected.” “Thanks Johnny,” Keira called after him as she wandered into the lounge of the villa and slumped onto the couch, her head rested in her hands. She was destroying him, if she hadn’t done so already. How could she be so selfish and yet why couldn’t he accept that this was something she had to do. This is when the age difference felt biggest, when she at twenty wanted to open up her life, to experiment and experience, to live a little and he, at twenty-eight, wanted to settle, to commit, to have some kind of constancy. But what if she really did lose him as a consequence of her pigheaded, elitist desire for knowledge. Why did he have to make it seem like an ultimatum, as if she had to choose between him or her education. |
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 13, 2004 8:54:54 GMT -5
“Mademoiselle?” Pierre spoke softly as he took a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her in comfort. “Sometimes it is necessary to take a risk,” he explained, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “If he cannot accept it, if it is something that you cannot find a way through then perhaps it was never meant to be. But if you can… if you both can put aside your insecurities, think how indestructible you will be after three years. The paparazzi, the tabloids, the critics, the fans; they will be mere trifles, of insignificance. Isn’t that worth the risk?”<br>
“Oh Pierre,” Keira sighed. “Everyone should have a therapist like you, a friend like you.”<br>
“Ah, non mademoiselle. For then I would never be needed,” he chuckled.
“I’d still need you, and Johnny and Orlando. You could be the Pirates of the Caribbean therapist.”<br>
Pierre laughed. “I think, I already am.” They sat in silence for a moment before Pierre handed her the brown paper bag he had been holding. “I have something for you.” He watched as her eyes went wide with glee, as she pulled out the dark green hardback book.
“Pierre it’s gorgeous,” she exclaimed, flinging her arms around his neck before pulling away and flicking through the pages.
“I spoke with a small private publishing company. They agreed to keep it entirely anonymous and to send all revenue to your desired location. I told them it was likely to be a charity but I wasn’t sure which. They seemed to be thrilled at the idea and at the potential of the book.”<br>
“Thank you so much, Pierre,” Keira smiled, “for everything.”<br>
“Ah mon ami, it was a pleasure. Now you must run along and find Monsieur Bloom, otherwise we will hold up poor Monsieur’s Depp’s Pilot again.” Keira gave him one last hug before getting up and heading for the door, book in hand.
The pier wasn’t far away but she wanted to have as much time with Orlando as she could so she ran the short distance, stopping when she reached the end, all the pain of their entire past coming rushing back as she slowly walked towards him.
It broke Keira’s heart to see him sitting on the pier looking so miserable. She had never seen him this utterly spent before. It wasn’t depression, it wasn’t exhaustion; it was as if he had been defeated and just given up. She sighed, there was nothing she could do, nothing either of them could do. They were both defeated, but this was not the end it was merely an interlude in a great story. She sat down next to him placing the book beside her and peering forward at her feet, metres above the surface of the water. They sat in silence. Words had long since become unnecessary for communication in their relationship. They could converse merely with their presence. Orlando placed his hands behind him, leaning his weight back and swinging his legs above the water. He was frustrated, lost, confused and felt utterly useless and Keira could read it all.
“I have something for you,” she spoke softly, reaching for the book beside her. She handed it to him, their fingers touching when he took it from her and the agony jolting through both their bodies. An apology was exchanged between each party in their locked gaze before Keira looked away, bringing a hand to her forehead in despair. Orlando watched her for a moment before turning to the book in his hand.
“I finally got it published,” Keira uttered, lowering her hand. Orlando glanced at her before turning back to the cover. It was a hardback book with a dark green, canvas cover. The text: Where the Trees Know Your Name, was of a rustic gold font on a single line and just below it was the name: K. Turner. The book had an ancient aura, as if it was a stolen treasure of literature that belonged in a great library of England.
“K. Turner, huh.” Orlando commented, managing a weak smile. “So they do get married in the end?” His voice cracked, or was that merely a side effect of his heart fracturing. He put the book down and pursed his eyes together to prevent the tears from falling. His lower lip shook briefly before he took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to pull himself together.
“I don’t think I can do this,” he stated the obvious. “Please don’t make me do this.” Keira had by no means become immune to the pleading power of his eyes but there was nothing she could do. She fought against her own tears, only out of sheer habit. They had both spent most of the past week crying in each other’s arms but still insisted on producing brave faces when they were feeling most fragile. She shook her head pitifully from left to right in defeat. She too took a deep breath, in an attempt to regain her composure, turning her focus to look out across the postcard Caribbean Sea.
“Wherever you go, whatever you do,” Orlando’s voice was constrained but sweet as he sang softly. “I will be right here waiting for you.” Keira sat in silence, listening, absorbing the blissful tune but not turning her gaze from the sea. Tears fell from four eyes as he continued to sing sweetly. “Whatever it takes, or how my heart brakes. I will be right here waiting for you.” Tears of sorrow were rapidly becoming tears of agony accompanied by whimpering sniffs until Orlando found himself unable to sing another word. They remained in silence until all tears had been shed and breathing had become regular. Neither one spoke; no words had yet been invented that could express the emotion.
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 13, 2004 8:56:54 GMT -5
Epilogue
beta-read by Renee Paris: November 2006“…Tears of sorrow were rapidly becoming tears of agony, accompanied by a whimpering sniff. Mr. Turner found himself unable to sing another word, unable to think, emote, or feel; homing only a sense of painful incompletion. They remained in silence until all tears had been shed and breathing had become regular. Neither one spoke; no words had yet been invented that could express the emotion.” There was silence in the room, broken only by a contagious sniff that was circulating the room. Professor Montgomery closed the book, his thumb remaining entrapped in the last page as he looked up at his nostalgic class. He had never had a book produce quite such a sombre mood in his lecture before. The faces of every student were glazed. Every student that is, except Keira, who was glancing around at her peers with a somewhat confused expression upon her face. Professor Montgomery studied her expression for a moment, trying to analyse the emotion behind it before smiling a very knowing smile as he met her eyes. “So what do we think?” he asked, directing his question at the entire class but keeping the eye contact with Keira. “Is the author expressing a hope for the future or ridiculing the mere concept as little more than a word?” Someone at the back of the room slammed their copy of the book on the table, causing all eyes to revert to him. “It’s a crap ending!” He stated. In English lit it was customary to speak in English, much to Keira’s relief. “It isn’t even an ending,” he continued. “It’s as if it’s missing an entire chapter… or needs an epilogue. Or something!” His voice was full of exasperation, as if he had been hard done by in reading a novel only half complete. “Painful incompletion, that’s exactly what it is!” his argument was aggressive as he quoted from the last paragraph of the novel, not even needing to open it to remember the line. “But that’s the beauty of it.” All attention was turned to Renée, a dark haired girl at the front of the class. “The openness, the possibilities, the freedom of interpretation. Their love is eternal and tangible; there is no way it would just cease to be. The author is aiming the notion of love at the reader. Do you believe in love? Do you think that that these characters bare any difference to people the world over? She is letting the reader decide, letting the romanticist let them live happily ever after, the pessimist, fell their doom. Anyone not believing in love can use the last chapter to ridicule the entire book and she allows it, accepts it and expects it.” Keira watched her intuitive classmate with great interest. She was very insightful, almost more so than the author herself and at this she couldn’t help but grin. “She?” Professor Montgomery questioned. “How do we know the author is female?”<br> “Oh please, how could it not be?” Renée scoffed. “Besides we already went over that, if you like I will take it back to save time. Change all ‘shes’ to ‘the author’,” she scoffed mockingly, glancing around the room. The result was a much-needed chuckle and a release of some of the tension still remaining from the recital of the novel. “Keira,” Professor Montgomery startled his British student. “What do you think the author was trying to articulate?” Keira glanced around the room, suddenly grateful for the blusher that was hiding her colouring cheeks. “Well… I…” She stammered. For an actress, she was definitely having trouble with spur of the moment impromptu. “I think sh… the author…” She corrected herself, grinning at the teacher, “…was going for as much angst as possible in the hope that they will turn it into a motion picture.” Laughter arose from the class and her title as class comedian was secured. The grin of triumph on her face was enough to make even the Professor laugh, though his knowing eyes were seeing more than Keira would like as she laughed with the rest of her class. A knock at the door interrupted the amusement and a frail looking woman with dark rimmed glasses and her hair scraped into a bun, poked her head round the door, before walking in fully. “Je désolé,” she began, “il y a un monsieur Turner et une mademoiselle Lilly-Rose voir ici Keira Knightley.” A whoop of adolescent teasing went around the class, hollers and wolf whistles that Keira had become accustomed to every time her classmates head of her real life Mr. Turner. They teased her mercilessly, claiming she was trying to re-enact the book. If only they knew…<br> Professor Montgomery thanked the secretary and turned to Keira, “it seems the movie star has swooped in and saved you from further analysis of this book Keira,” he chuckled. “Off you go. And tell Mr. Bloom he really needs to come up with a more original decoy name.” The class cheered and Keira blushed, before shoving her notes in her bag and picking up the book and making her way to the door, followed by yet more whoops from her grinning classmates. Orlando was waiting at the end of the corridor for her with Lilly-Rose holding his hand. “Can’t you pick a lesson change,” Keira whined when he was in hearing distance. “It’s so embarrassing and they all think you’re my Mr. Turner from the book.” She waved her copy of trees at him. “I thought I was,” he pouted, pulling her into an embrace. “It’s so good to see you. I missed you so much.”<br> “Yeah yeah,” she retorted, pulling away and thumping him in the stomach with her book, “…because four weeks is such a long time,” she jeered playfully before putting on a melodramatic voice, “I mean, I thought I was going to go insane through not seeing you or something!” “Quit mocking me, missy!” he scowled, as Keira proceeded to give Lilly far more attention than him despite the fact that she saw her every week. All of a sudden students started filing out of rooms and Keira groaned as she looked at her watch. “Five minutes, see? Five minutes. You couldn’t have just waited five minutes,” she sighed at his amused expression. “Keira,” a voice called from behind and the three of them turned to see Anouk coming out from her class. Orlando scooped Lilly up into his arms resting her on his hip as the corridors became bustling. “Hello lil’Lilly,” she added, grinning at the child before curtly offering Orlando a nod. She turned back to Keira, “so did you survive trees?” Keira groaned. “I was doing pretty well until I was called out of class by a certain Mr. Turner.”<br> “No way, seriously? You do realized she’s going to be teased about this for rest of the semester don’t you?” she grinned at Orlando. “That’s why I did it,” he replied, producing another groan from Keira. “Keira,” another voice called from down the corridor, before pacing up to greet them. “Mr. Bloom, good to see you. How are you?” he held out his hand and Orlando used his free hand to shake it. “Ah not too bad, not too bad,” he replied. Orlando had decided from his very first visit that Professor Montgomery was the only sane person in the entire University. “That’s good,” the professor smiled before turning to his student. “Keira, you escaped without your homework assignment.” Orlando and Anouk both laughed at her as she rolled her eyes and groaned yet again. “Don’t worry it’s a good one, I promise,” he assure. “The general consensus is that the book is lacking something at the end.” Orlando raised an eyebrow that was only noticed by Keira. “The assignment is to write either an epilogue or a final chapter and produce a commentary to explain your reasons to the class.” Keira was quick to cover her wide-eyed shock behind a witty comeback. “But what if we happen to like the ending as it is?” Orlando chuckled receiving surprised glances from both Anouk and the Professor and a deadly glare from Keira. He looked to the ground, glanced from side to side and decided a quick retreat was in order, informing Keira that he would meet her outside. “No wait,” Keira called after him, reaching for his free hand. “Okay yup that sounds like a great assignment,” she forced a smile to her professor’s amusement, as she retreated backwards down the hall. Anouk waved at her before disappearing into another class and Professor Montgomery also took his leave heading back to his room. He couldn’t help but throw one more tease at his student though and called over his shoulder, “it shouldn’t be too hard, get Mr. Turner to help you.” Keira flushed, he knew…<br> “So,” Orlando said, later that evening when they were wandering the Paris streets alone. “Just how does it all end?”<br> Keira stopped and turned to him, “I don’t know,” she chuckled. “ I had this one idea of having them eaten by sharks, but then I thought that was too dramatic. Then I thought of letting them grow old by a fire place with lots of fat grandchildren, but that seemed boring…” They had begun walking again, hand in hand Orlando chuckling as his girl babbled away beside him. “And then I thought you could kill one, but that’s too depressing. Or, you know, they could be abducted by aliens but that would be too weird. Or they could become under cover agents, or journalists or finally get around to making it into a motion picture, or…” And so as they disappeared in a blur of normality one thing was certain: with Keira planning their future it was going to be anything but dull. |
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Post by Reens on Sept 13, 2004 10:45:40 GMT -5
*Stands up and Applauds*
I loved how you left things at the reader's imagination. Wow, I didn't know how cool I was *blinks* I impressed Keira Knightley. Yeah so for writing that epilogue you get to be my best friend and how much am I loving you right now! Theees much *extends arms wide*
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 13, 2004 12:35:48 GMT -5
hey i owe you babe, and still do. And you notice way more than i ever intend. I'm sure Keira would be honoured to be out witted by you. woot! i have a new best friend. many hugs ;D |
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Post by Jems on Sept 13, 2004 13:45:54 GMT -5
W-O-W. You will never stop surprising me with your absolutely amazing talent. That was fooking brilliant, I mean, you completely mislead me, I had myself believing they didnt stay together *slaps forehead*
That was the best ending I have ever read.
Ok...as usual...a million lines I think are absolutely beautiful, wonderful etc...
*wipes away tear* I love that idea, it is simply brilliant that you decide for yourself what happened. I wish I coul come up with ideas like that <mutters angrily atself>
<giggles> that is so keira, shes so funny!
The perfect ending!
*stands up and joins in applause*
Thank you so much for writing this fic Hari, you've inspired me in ways you don't know.
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Post by *Syd* on Sept 13, 2004 13:46:39 GMT -5
that was so amazingly beautiful. i completely loved every word of it, x x x
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Post by venus567 on Sept 14, 2004 14:31:30 GMT -5
fabulous ending Ranibow! Sometimes endings like this just seem right!
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Post by Miss Knightley on Sept 17, 2004 22:15:12 GMT -5
Sorry it took me so long to reply, I had to come to terms with this ending...it was fabulous, the entire thing. You know that, right? Good grief, we should all just form our own colony of writers. Speaking of which...I believe it's your go at the fanfic we're all in on together, miss oh-so-wonderful-writer.  |
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Post by Reens on Oct 3, 2005 19:08:41 GMT -5
This fiction should never be on the second page!
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Post by kkfan4life on Dec 17, 2005 1:34:04 GMT -5
You are definitely a genius.
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Post by turnerslass on Feb 18, 2006 23:18:21 GMT -5
WOW! I must tell you that your story, and believe you me, I've read a ton of fan fic in my lifetime, was one of the absolute best I've ever read of any genre. Compelling, gripping, dramatic, romantic in all of the right places. It was very refreshing to read something very original and put together. I applaud you and wish you continued success.
Is this the only one that you've written? If not, please point me in the direction of your other work!
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Reaching for Stars
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Post by Maddie on Jun 2, 2007 10:00:47 GMT -5
that is the best fan fiction story i have ever read.... i just spent a few hours reading the entire thing and im speachless... it made me laugh and cry, was fantastic. i really hope to read more fiction of yours...
xx
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Post by potcgrrl on Jul 12, 2007 0:46:23 GMT -5
Popping out of lurkdom to say just how delightful, original this story is. Yes, I say original, because if one were to suppress those familiar names -- or change them to Joe Schmo --the emotions of these characters still ring true. And more importantly, the overall theme still resonates. It is indeed as one of the character says:
“It’s a story of love... Not the act of love and not the emotion of love but the tangible form of love. ... it is the concrete, ever changing and ever evolving perception of love.”
There are so many things I like about this story, but I'll especially note its insight into substance abuse, and the sensitivity with which it treats the subject matter. Oftentimes, it is not just a matter of will power but as simple as putting on one shoe before the other. That's why the "habit" is so hard to kick, and why the loved ones tend to become unwitting enablers. It takes a sympathetic "outsider" to see the big picture. (And here may I add how much I love the "Johnny" character? IMHO this is how he should be done.)
Looks like I am 3-year too late to discover this gem (and many like it, as it seems). Where was I when all these wonderful works of fiction were being done? From the foregoing comments, I get the sense that this author was/is fairly prolific; I believe, for instance, there was another story where the "Gus" character makes an appearence. If any of you folks could provide a link to her/his "body" of fictional work, especially the multi-chapter type, I'd be very much in your debt.
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