POV
Charlotte:
I was sitting down in a rocking chair on the porch. It was slightly chilly and I wrapped the blanket closer into my body. I watched as the night finally succumbed to the first rays of dawn. It's always been like this.... they always succumb to one another. People praise the glorious sun while I enjoy the lonely silver moon. The moon allows us to dream in ignorant bliss without the blistering sun burning our fragile bodies. It's quite sad when you think that you can never be free; that you always must succumb to others, but it feels so monotonous in this endless cycle. The moon is so much like her. She's cool and kind. Confident but not frivolous and she doesn't demand attention from others. My brows had furrowed as I sighed.
I brought a white ceramic cup that had a purple bunny on it to my lips. I breathed in deep the scent of caramel chai tea enveloped my senses. The mellow yet rich flavor of the tea coated my tongue. After a few sips I set the cup back onto the table. My mind wandered helplessly and I picked up my phone.
I sighed; It has been about three weeks since I last saw Nym. Did I come on too strong? Is that why we haven't talked to each other? Am I just overthinking it? After all, she told me that she would be gone for a while for work, but it's been weeks. Im lonely and bored. Arghhhh! I must be overthinking it. A beautiful pink that was the color of blush spread over the horizon with hints purple and orange.
I headed back into the warm house from the frigid autumn air. I stopped at the kitchen first, so I could put my cup In the sink. I then slowly made my way to my room. My feet clicked on the floor as I was barefoot. I turned the knob to my room and opened the door. I gazed about the room finding numerous sketches and paintings that I had made.
I reached over to the side of my small desk and pulled out a blank canvas. It was 24x36 inches. I set up my stand and gingerly placed the canvas onto it. I opened my case of paint brushes and took out my basket of paints. All of the oil paints were arranged by color, they showed almost every hue of the rainbow.
I began to sketch out a squirrel on a branch. However my mind and my body were not acting together as one unit. Unknowing I began to draw a woman sleeping. She was clad in a dark sapphire blue nightgown that had black lace decorating the bodice. Beautiful auburn hair spilling over the bed like a puddle of ink. One of the straps were off of the shoulder and the tattoo between her ample breasts was exposed. Her right hand was up by her face. Her face was crinkled with immense sorrow, but even then she was still the most gorgeous women ever.
My hand continued on it's own as I added the paint to the canvas. I could feel my body shaking with exhaustion and excitement. Time continued to fly by. Minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into four. I continued to paint for a total of eight hours. I took a deep breath. My gaze finally cleared of the haze that filled my mind. For the first time since I started I really looked at my painting. It was not a squirrel, but Nym sleeping.
Damn it! I did it again. I haven't been able to sketch or paint anything else but her for weeks. I really felt like crying because if anyone ever saw these they would think I was a stalker. My stomach started to rumble. I looked at the time and found it was past three In the evening. I laughed at myself, no wonder I'm hungry. I headed into the kitchen and made a package of ramen.
I waited for around five minutes for it to cool down. Steam continued to rise from the turquoise colored bowl. I grabbed a fork and sat down at the new dining room table that I had ordered while I was at the mall with Nym. The aventurine leaf table was absolutely stunning. I admired the craftsmanship as I ate. The beautiful silver veins in the leaf made me find solace in my body and soul.
Ahhhh it's kinda like her eyes, I sighed and my body felt as though it were deflating. I really have fallen for her, haven't I? I am sooo stupid. I chuckled but crystal like tears rimmed my molten honey eyes wavered with uncertainty. Could she ever love me? And who is Scarlet?