Take One

*click*

"Ok, chin up and give me that glare...mhmm ok, great!"

*click click*

Aquila lifted her chin and channeled her energy into delivering that piercing glare she was famous for, her eyes even more intense due to the smudged, smoky eyeshadow. Lips gleaming with deep plum colored lip gloss, slightly parted as she raised an eyebrow slightly and froze in her position. Her pearl white off the shoulder Grecian style dress draped her body and contrasted with the dark cherry red spill of her hair messily arranged to highlight the angles of her face. Cheekbones prominent due to the light brush of bronzer, Aquila Vera did indeed live up to the high standard she was renowned for.

Slowly raising her leg and gracefully arranging her arms, she lowered her torso down on the white sheet and faced the camera on the right, once again delivering the same attention-absorbing intensity.

*click click*

"Ok and that's a wrap! Beautiful shots Aquila!"

She raised her painted lips in an alluring half smile and all but purred her thanks before getting up and making her way to the make up removal station.

One of the most prestigious models of that era, Aquila was widely acclaimed for her adaptability and wide range of expressions. Despite all that, as she stared at the face in the mirror she could not conjure up a proper emotion.

Empty on the inside.

Enticing moss green eyes stared back at her from the beautiful bronze toned, plum lipped, angular face in the mirror. Her hair, recently cropped close to her face was a glossy shade of cherry red and enhanced the green of her eyes.

Her eyes were empty. Her eyes were the windows to her soul and they were darkened by the empty blackness that had long engulfed her fragile soul.

Who was she?

Gone were the days where the carefree nymph of a girl had spent hours on end just reveling in the company of her other half. They had been inseparable.

And then that happened.

He became unrecognizable.

Catapulted to fame by his good looks and husky voice, he was soon molded into what everybody wanted to be and see...and yet everything that she couldn't recognize.

In order to be in the same world she had worked like crazy to be where she now was.

And yet, despite of everything she did, she could never be a part of his world anymore.

So, this was the result.

A goddess.

Beautiful, renowned, adored and admired. One of the goddess's of the modeling world.

And yet she was so empty inside.

An empty husk of the person she lost to become the person she needed to be.

Who was she?

Who had she become?

She wished she knew.