Swept away

New York City

"Swept away" written by VeGirl 2014 © All Rights Reserved

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Five days later Isa was on a flight back to New York again. Wilma had been devastated, but at the same time she was relieved that her friend took charge of her life and knew that this was something Isa had to do.

Being unemployed had been a nightmare, and nightmares Isa had enough off.

Most of her stuff was in a storage unit in Sweden, and the rest was being hauled over the sea. It had been almost six months since her last transatlantic journey, during which Isa had just been a wreck; nothing but a void. This time there was a feeling of promise humming, even if Isa dreaded this decision as well. She was worried about seeing Robert and terrified to see Morgan. Due to the arrival day being in the middle of workweek Isa didn't need to worry about meeting the guys, she was sure.

Even if Isa's mother did her best to be perky and welcoming, Isa noted the worried looks she casted her way, when Krystal thought Isa didn't see.

Isa's old guestroom was painful to stay in, it was filled with too many sweet memories of Morgan, so she stayed out of it as much as she could. The week passed quickly and she even made it safely through the weekend without any encounters to freak her out.

One week was through and Isa had survived.

Getting into the real deal at the gallery was easy and Isa was looking forward to get to work every day. Angela had full confidence in her abilities and right from the start she got to do some of the things she loved at work, even if Isa wasn't hired as a curator. Gary was thrilled to see her again even if he frowned as he studied her svelte body.

Her personal life did basically not exist though. Isa spend her evenings watching TV with her mother and David, just reading, or doing research for work in her room. She wanted to meet some of her old friends, but since everything Isa did when she was with Morgan was covered in the tabloids, she was worried she would have to explain herself to everyone she met. She didn't have the strength to do that, so she rather just stayed at home.

The only friend she talked to was Wilma; she knew about the crazy circus that was so desirable for many in the rest of the world. The two girls were still twin sisters and Isa wanted her here by her side every day.

The days flew by, Isa had soon got the hang of the work and was so grateful to have it. It was the one thing she could really dig into and give one hundred per cent in.

Angela would never ask questions about Isa's personal life, and Gary who was very perceptive, seemed to know not to ask anything, even if he knew something was very wrong. Some days Gary and Isa went out for lunch together, but often one of them hurried out to buy lunch for them to eat at the office.

This particular day was especially busy. They had a sculptor that was delivering his artwork with very specific demands and Isa was the one that had to pick up lunch with only fifteen minutes on her hand. She scurried around the corner and ran into somebody that almost fell over. Annoyed Isa brushed dirt off, straightened her clothes to glared up at...

Morgan.

It was like a sucker punch and both of them almost fell over again from surprise, Isa's head spun and she started to feel nauseous. None of them could get a word out; they just stood there staring wide-eyed at each other, ears ringing.

"Eysa..." he finally said, with a breathy voice. It almost made her toes curl.

Her stomach clenched in a way that she could hardly breathe through. "Morgan." Isa did her best to get any words out but her voice was cracked and raspy. Her entire being was clenching and she couldn't think. "Nice to see you," came out of her mouth without even consulting the brain for advisability.