[color=f6989d]“Well…” Isabelle began as she gave Jo’s hand a small squeeze. “I bet you feel used but they need you to help them do their jobs and to figure out how to get rid of their sins. So yes… you may feel used and to be honest, you are being used. They can’t do anything without you.” She then let go of Jo’s hand as she began to pace around the room.

Sure she may look young, but she understood everything that Jo said when she explained that Leon had forced himself onto her. When she finally claimed down, at least to some degree and threw herself on the bed, Isabelle walked up behind her and placed a hand gentle on her back after sitting down. “Lady Jo, if I may… do you know the story of his sin? Or just the label? More importantly, do you know [i]his[/i] story?” A small pause filled the room and a stiff air happened. 

“I think he likes you too Lady Jo. More than just a friend does.” She said with a nod as she slid herself off the bed. “When we went to the carnival… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lord Leon so relaxed unless he’s in his special place.” At that she went to the door and placed her little hand upon it. Her hand radiated a soft yellow light before she pulled open the door, revealing the same blackness that Leon had walked into minutes ago. “This is Lord Leon’s special place, or at least as close as he could get on earth. Only I know about it…” She nodded and let out a soft sigh. “You adults are so confusing. Why would you assume one sentence is an entire story? If you like him more than a friend, or even as a friend; you should know his side of the story before judging.”[/color]

At the end of a small stretch of darkness was a bright light. Which opened into [url= http://www.oilpaintingsgallery.com/ProdImages/Field-of-Flowers-by-the-Mountains-.jpg]a beautiful field of flowers with a mountain view and water.[/url] Since he couldn’t get back to the heavens for his secret spot, this was close though; surprisingly enough something beautiful happened on earth. Leon stood in the middle of the flower field his large hands in the pocket of his white slacks as he gaze out over the scenery. He put too much faith in a goldfish to be different… to not judge him on first sight… to hear his side of the story… to accept him for who he was… no. Not even a goldfish or a goddess could comprehend him. And here… here he thought she was different.