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Annie and I sat down, light and shadows present on our skin. A sketchbook and a pen peeked out of my bag ready to be picked up. The smell of paper and charcoal float above the air. "Wait here I'm gonna get some food to eat." My eyes directed to her direction a smile was given "You don't plan to ditch me don't you?" I jest.
She frowned a bit and then a playful smack to my shoulder was given. "I won't even dare...I mean such a talented and....hmm beautiful man like you." She walked around me, her boots clacking through the pavement. "Shouldn't be left alone like that!" A laugh was heard, the sound of boots halted then she looked at me, her face almost near and breath touching my skin. Her eyes glistening in the sunlight. "Besides I would not waste a free drawing of my "beautiful" self" A proud grin was plastered in her face. "Well I do suppose it would be a waste." The wind blessed us with their cold touch, the sun light up the whole scene. Leaves fell down from their places, It felt so peaceful.
"Wait here okay!" There she run along, her hands waving as she go. All that is left with me for now is my tools. Clack is the sound that it made, opening the sketchbook my hand trails in the paper. Crisp sounds of papers flipping ~flip, flap, flap, flip~, the feeling of the soft brown paper feels calming.
I looked up to see the jagged rough lines of the grotto. Mother Mary on front being the center of attention. Beautiful....her porcelain face intricately made, the color of her cheeks and lips slightly red. Covered in white and blue clothing, her eyes slightly closed, eyelashes curled. Cheeks damped in tears...
My hands picked up the pen and started to draw. Guidelines were built to accurately depict the statue. Lines followed the pen's direction like a shadow. My eyes looked towards the statue observing every part of it.
The way the folds of the dress lined up to complement the statues figure. And how her face is beautifully made. The statues eyes somber and sad, dark blue in color.
Shadows of the face rough and rigid, almost mountain like.
As I stare at her beautiful eyes, I felt cold.
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~Flip, Flip,Flap,Flip,Flap,~
My ears are tickled by the sound of paper, I felt bare...sting of coldness holds me close. Slow whispers of the wind is what I hear. The feeling of cold ice against my back.
Trees rustling,wind blowing keep me company at this moment. The ground feels nice, the dirt crunched against my shoes.
Yet...
Why does it still...feel cold?
My body stayed still not moving. Flow of my blood and the feeling of my heart remains present.
Tingling my skin... the sensation that is familiar.
"stay away!"
"get away from me!"
"stop"
"mother..."
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Rough and metalic
torns of roses
as I fell asleep here in my dear bed
I want to say sorry even though I am innocent at best.
I have never been good and nor been bad.
I simply want to stay in my place.
my head at rest
body cold
beatifully coat
Red and metalic
torns of roses
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Blurry...
I found the floor staring at me. My pen and my paper now in contact with the floor.
Circles of colors in the corners of my eyelid is what I see. Pain in my chest slowly faded.
That feeling again...
I hate it.
Breathing slowly I calmed my self down. She will not do that anymore, everything is now alright. Everything is still the same, the trees are moving, light is shining over me.
"Hey are you alright?"
huh??
A man sitting beside me, long slender hands holding something valuable to me. "Oh..uh.." White glazes over the edge of his glasses. Eyes warm hazel, just like how everyone said it is. A perfectly sculpted staring at my poorly made features. He is dressed in a plain red satin blouse, hair messy in a way that it attracts you? I do not really know...
Red faced is how I would consider my self right now. "Please give me back my sketchbook." I grumbled, my eyes still on the ground my hands waiting for the book.
Flips and flaps were heard my mind running laps. I was nervous? Angry? I do not know but, I do know is I would love to get my stuff back.
"Please hand it back" My hands trying to reach my book, up in his reach. "Well would you looks at that, these are very pretty you should show it more" His lips crack into a gentle smile, light glossing over his skin. Moving around we go, our hands almost at reach. Slowly step by step, a left and a turn. Flipping my book until he is satisfied "This person has a pretty nice nose, you made it really well" A little giggle came out of his mouth and a sigh of defeat was all I could do.
And this is how I met him in this shiny afternoon. Spring started to bloom like flowers so beautiful just like this encounter but, sooner or later this relationship shall wilt.