It Was Just Another Day, Right?

Evangeline wasn't sure what she wanted to do today. She hadn't been on the island long at all, and she felt more alone than ever. She decided going to the courtyard would be a good idea, afterall it was typically a good place to meet people, not that she would.

She decided since it was cold it would be a good day to wear a purple sweater that went about mid-thigh, black leggings, and black boots. She had decided to wear her curly golden hair down. She grabbed a journal, and some pens and threw them quickly into her bag, a small blanket and made her way to the court yard. It was a writing kind of day, she was full of inspiration.

When Evangeline arrived the courtyard didn't have many people, as she expected it would, it disappointed her in a way. She needed someone to talk to, but at the same time maybe it was better this way? Afterall, she wasn't sure how long she would stay. But with the island being special and all she wouldn't have to hide her immortality like she would somewhere else.

She found a tree that would be nice to write under, she made her way there spread her blanket and layed down on her stomach. Before pulling out her notebook she propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the court yard. She saw that there were a group of girls socializing, a few guys kicking around a ball, and a few others scattered around the courtyard, there wasn't as much going on as she figured.

Evangeline didn't even attend school here, she just liked to come here to know she wasn't exactly alone. She was done with school a long time ago, but occasionally when she wanted to learn something knew she would join again.

She pulled her notebook and a pen out and began to scribble away, seemed to her she wouldn't be doing any talking today.

Evangeline wasn't exactly the person to call a "hopeless romantic" but she loved the idea of falling in love, and hated it all the same. She could never be in a normal relationship again. But most of what she wrote about was some sort of love story nonetheless. She had journals and journals of love stories, which in all honestly she should probably get rid of, but everytime she tried there was some small attachment there and she just couldn't.

She was scribbling down quickly into her notebook and of course it was another love story. They all ended the same though, with some sort of happy ending. Like the one Evangeline would most likely never have.

Evangeline then became distracted by approaching footsteps and then heard a feminine voice talk to her, asking why she was alone, and if she could join her on her blanket. She wanted to join her? Over the girls near the bench who seemed so much more joyful? They were rather loud and squeaky though. Evangeline made room for the girl.

"Sure, I would love some company. I was really only alone because in all honesty I haven't really made any friends since coming here." Evangeline paused looking at the girl, she looked roughly her age, with rather dark hair. "I'm Evangeline, but you could call me Lina. If you like."

Evangeline listened as the girl said that she didn't have many friends either. Maybe they could be friends? She really had no friends at all. She had only talked to a few people here and there, but in all honesty none of the people had quite grabbed her attention.

She looked to the girl sitting beside her again, and she seemed like a rather enthusiastic girl. Lately she hadn't been around anyone at all who seemed even remotely happy. She complimented her, name and introduced herself as Kiyana.

"What a lovely name yourself," Evangeline threw one of her dazzingly smiles to her. Sometimes Evangeline still talked as if she were from another time (which she was) but she knew a lot of the time people didn't catch it. "It's very nice to meet you as well."

Evangeline then noticed Kiyana looking at her notepad, she knew it wasn't to be nosy, just curious was all. Evangeline's own thoughts were answered with Kiyana wondering what she was doing.

"Oh this?" Evangeline gave a small quiet giggle. "This is just a story I'm writing, they all end up being the same in the end. Happy. Something it seems as if I'll never be."

Evangeline wasn't sure whether she should tell her about the whole immortal thing. She felt as if she could trust Kiyana, even though she just met her, she just was worried about how she would act. Afterall, it's not everyday you meet someone who's lived as long as she had.

She was almost shocked when Kiyana had said what she said wasn't true, but even more shocked at what she said next and she was almost sure it showed on her face. But as soon as it appeared she made a straight face. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. Kiyana had apologized for what she said, but why?

"Don't apologize, that was really nice actually." Evangeline gave her a reassuring smile. "I see you genuinely do care. I just don't want to scare you away is all. It's not very often I meet someone like you."

Evangeline could tell the Kiyana was shocked, but Evangeline didn't give away that she knew. She turned to look at her again as she listened to her talk. She wanted to know what she meant when she said it's not very often that Evangeline met someone like her, and that there wouldn't be anything she could say that would scare her off. How could she be so sure?

Evangeline gave her another small smile. She didn't even know how to begin something like this? How could she? She didn't want to give Kiyana any ideas, after all immortality was forever.

"I meant someone like you, because you seem so caring, and all around wonderful." Evangeline paused looking back to the girl. "There's not many people like you where I come from. They all are so rude, and all around not good people. But you are kindhearted it seems."

Evangeline wasn't sure how to continue. "I know this because well, I've been around a really long time, is all." There was good things about being around this long, but there were also some bad things. But she couldn't get herself to tell Kiyana she was immortal, but maybe that would help her figure it out?