"In a room full of paintings she was the only masterpiece I couldn't stop staring at."
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I stood alone in the gallery, staring at a painting.
The left side depicted the moon. Beside it, was a pupil of an eye relatively the same size. It almost looked at if the original picture were inverted.
"This is my favorite one." I heard a voice from behind me. Turning around, I was met with a boy with dirty blonde hair, and a genuine smile. I sighed, turning back to study it.
I felt him step beside me, and he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"You definitely look like you belong here." he chuckled. I held a notebook in my hands, most likely looking as if I were grasping on to it for dear life.
"You look interesting also." I replied bluntly, opening the notebook and writing something down.
"I think this one is absolutely beautiful. There are many interpretations of it, what's yours?" he asked. I closed my notebook and looked back up, squinting my eyes as if that were to help me describe it any better. I was slightly shocked that he asked for my opinion. Usually people just see a teenage girl who is here because her family forced her to, not because she drove all the way into the city so she could get away from the sole problem.
"You wanna know what I think this means? I think it means that the moon is somewhat like our guardian. She is always there, watching over us. Especially at night when the comfortable are asleep and the disturbed are awake." I said, pressing my lips together.
"Well, that was interesting. So Mancari, wanna tell me why you're hours away from Cove on a Saturday morning?" he asked. I quickly looked at him, stepping away a bit.
"How the hell do you know my name?" I asked warily.
"Relax, I'm a friend of Michael's. We were in baseball together before he graduated." he said.
"I'm Christian, by the way, we go to school together." he continued, extending out his hand. I slowly grabbed it with my free hand, shaking his very much larger one.
"I'm Tanner." I replied. He let go of my hand - well more like I yanked it away-, and his face lit up with a smile. It made me feel odd.
"Tanner. I like that."
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Masterpiece | Christian Akridge
Fanfiction"Art and love are the same thing; it's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you." this is a very fast paced story so be aware of that before you read it. enjoy! <3
