"I love... my son." She confessed to this paradise, a confession that only brought more tears and guilt to a desolated soul, there were so many causes to feel guilt, that she no longer knew which was the cause of her tears.
Was it that she was not a good mother? or a good lover? was it that she should have been more selfish?
She cried desperately, her heart torn to pieces... this was an older woman, her hair no longer silver, instead white due to the age.
Her first day in paradise, yet there was merely endless sorrow.
On the earth, she left the love of her life.
"Can you stand up?" A glamorous feminine voice that contained unparalleled might said suddenly, yet it didn't feel pressing, it felt like the mandate of a queen.
Isabella looked to the sides and there was only a white world, she thought this to be 'paradise' after all... she just died several minutes ago in the arms of the love of her life.