About Alexandra, also known as Isilzha and also Alex I knew her for less than a year. We never met in real life, but we sent messages daily, beta'd each other's stories, laughed, had private jokes, and shared characters and ideas and cared about each other. We wrote each other stories. After Mareen and Katja got too busy (and no, I'm not blaming them, I understand) to beta for me, Alexandra jumped in and got me to keep going, and got me to write even more. I'll always be grateful for that; she inspired some stories I'm proud of, and those stories made her happy. She taught me HTML and was so happy when I did the silliest small things with it. This site is here because of her.
If you like slash, go to Slash by Isilzha and Page and read her five posted stories.
She loved Clayton Webb, so he was hers, and she loved Clark Palmer, but he was mine. I think she loved me. I know she knew I loved her.
God was very cruel to take her. She was a fine writer and a wonderful friend, and I am not resigned to her death. I don't think I ever will be. Dead in a car crash at twenty-five; what the hell am I supposed to think? No. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I'll keep writing and watching the shows she loved. I know she'd want me to. And I'll be happy, because she wanted that even more than more stories from me. And I will never forget her.
