I didn't return to the studio that afternoon.
It started raining cats and dogs the moment I stepped out of the coffee shop. Not wanting to have my sketches ruined, I made a dash straight to the inn since it's nearer than the studio. By the time I got there, I'm already soaking wet. Fortunately, I was still able to save my drawings.
As I tuck myself into bed, body heavy from all that exhausting events, I ponder Alexander's words.
I never think of it that way before. I already know that I'm queer in the eyes of many, but I don't feel that hopeless since people like Lewis and Madeline are around. They understand me the way I am, and I'm already satisfied with that. But then, that obnoxious jerk had to slap the fact that I'm just a freak by nature on my face. He doesn't even know the full story.
"And he just left me all alone in the rain! What a gentleman!" I bolted out sarcastically.
