On a plane with Ian Somerhalder (#2 ; With Ian Somerhalder)

6. Guilt

Guilt.

That's the one emotional that has taken my thoughts, every hour of every day for the past two days.

Guilt for leaving Ian. Guilt for not being brave enough to face him and face my feelings towards him.
But I'm not afraid to admit, I'm a coward. I was a coward for not facing the truth that I wasn't ready.

But remorse wasn't the one emotion that was eating me. Regret was.

Regret is a powerful emotion all together, it's one you think about your entire existence.
What would have happened if I had stay? If I had nourished the beginning of a relationship with Ian?
What if?

But I wasn't going to let that get to me. I had made the choice to leave in the middle of the night, the choice to cut of and chance of a future with that man. And although I wished I was stronger, I wasn't, and that wasn't going to stop me.

I was currently sitting by the window in a coffee shop, reading a book I had checked out from one of the libraries.
I was beginning to fall in love with this small city.

It was quiet, exactly why I needed after everything. I loved the solitude the place brought me. The only problem I had was being alone with my thoughts too long, which could send me into a deep hole of sadness that I wouldn't crawl out of until the sun came up.

I sighed into my cup of the as I looked out the window into the busy night of Georgia. I sat in a big, comfy chair that seemed to hug me with it's soft cotton.

"Belle?" Someone exclaimed, and I silently smiled as I recognized the voice, one of whom I had missed.

"Vicky!" I smiled just as excited as she had sound.

My best friend came squealing to me, our bodies crashing with delight. Her arms wrapped around me as I laced my hands around her waist and tucked my head into her neck.
I had missed her.

"I've missed you, sis." She smothered, and I could hear the sniffle she tried to hold back. I laughed, a watery smile replacing my face as I backed away from her hug. Her smile mirrored my own and we both laughed quietly as we took a look at each other.
Victoria was as beautiful as ever with her bright red hair and doe eyes. She wore a black strapless dress that seemed too dressy for our location, yet to me, she still looked like the little girl with pigtails I met in kindergarten.

"You look amazing, Isabelle!" She smiled, turning to sit on the couch that was across mine. She seemed to disappear into the couch, which made her laugh and sit up further in the seat.

"Thanks, Vicky. So do you." I grinned, doing a run over of her dress. "Why are you dressed so fancy?"

"Because! My best friend has finally decided to come, and her first night with me is going to be the best. We are going clubbin!" She squealed.

Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at us, but I didn't care. I was with my best friend for the first time in two years and we were going clubbing.

Within the hour, we were dressed to kill. Since Victoria had brought be a matching dress, only in midnight blue, I didn't have to worry about my clothes. I had my hair pinned up away from my face, a few strands of hair escaping and surrounding my cheeks. I had no makeup on, unless Chapstick was considered makeup.

We entered the club, the music hitting my ears like a sonic boom would break the barrier of sound.
I loved the anonymity of tonight. No one here knew me. No one knew id rather be at home reading a book, but for tonight, I was 'the party girl'. I smiled inwardly as Vic and I walked to the bar. Although it was crowded enough that the bartender should've been extra busy, he appeared before us within minutes.
I guess that was the power that I seemed to hold, or the dress held, if only for tonight.

"What would you pretty ladies like to drink tonight?" he questioned, a smile so smug that I grimaced at the power of it.

"I'll take a coke." I yelled over the loud beat of the music.

I heard Vic groan beside me as she rattled off a multi alcoholic drink. She took a minute thought trying to convince me to drink alcohol, but he knew I wouldn't budge. That's why I loved her, she didn't push me more than I could handle.
We took our drinks to a secluded booth at the corner of the club. Vic and I talked a bit, but that got harder since we had to yell over the music. It was almost 45 minutes later we decided to dance.
Just before going on the dance floor, I had gulped down some wine, and depression seemed to catch me off guard. The first sip of wine I took made me instantaneously think of Ian and the time we shared. It was then I realized how short of a time we had with each other.
48 hours.
I knew Ian for 48 hours, but honestly, how well do you know someone after that time? Some people spend lives with their significant others, yet still don't know them fully.
It made me feel silly. For feeling the way I did. It wasn't rational, the way I felt for Ian after only knowing him for less than two days. I had naively accepted him, and the realization of my stupidity hit me like a ton of bricks. I let a man I knew for only a few hours to let me into his home. I trusted a man I who I didn't know.
How was that possible?
Through all thoughts negative thoughts, there was a small, weak voice telling me how wrong I was. That sometimes, if with the right person, you could do the impossible. Everyone had a different situation.
Vicky had broken me out of my thoughts, and with the finally gulp on my second glass of wine, I walked to the dance floor.
Vic had immediately began dancing, swaying her hips to the rapid beat of the music.
But I couldn't get into the mood yet.
It took me until the end and the start of a new one to finally relax. The music began playing, a soft sensual beat that seemed to resonate through my body.
A man began singing, his voice deep and rough, sensual in it's pitch.

At that second, I let myself go.

I let the music take me away, to a place where I had no troubles. I wasn't Isabelle then. I was no one and everyone, free to be whoever.
So, when hands wrapped around my waist, I didn't care. At that moment, I was dancing with a man I hadn't seen the face of yet, his chest pressed against my back.

I slowly floated down to earth as the feeling of uncomfortable unease settled through me. I snapped my eyes open and turned to find the one person I thought I would never see again.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

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I published late.
Alert the media. Alert Obama!

There's this small thing called social life that seems to interfere with my writing. It's like a fly that can't be squashed.

Anyways, I have a little game for you guys.
I want you guys to guess who she sees. Whoever comments the best answer or gets the closest to the idea gets a shoutout in my next chapter.
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Love, always
AnnabelleR