Painting

Chapter 70

I walk in, Antonio is on the phone. The elevator doors open up. Ella is standing in the corner. Right, we can take the elevator from the underground parking lot.

I push the third button and stay on the opposite side. I can feel her cold gaze on me. She walks out.

-Have a good day!

She turns around and rolls her eyes as the doors close. She really doesn't like me. That's fine, it's her last week anyway. I walk out of the elevator to find Victor in his office taking his keys and his water bottle in his hands.

Victor cups my cheeks.

-You're so beautiful. Ready?

-Yes.

We take the elevator together. Downstairs, Ella is walking outside and Antonio is closing all the lights.

-Have a great vacation, you two! Tell Tyler, I said hi.

-Of course, have a great vacation yourself, Antonio.

We all walk into the underground parking lot, Victor starts the car and I turn on the radio. We slowly drive out of the parking lot. Once we're outside I open my window to feel the summer breeze on my hands. Tyler is going to be happy when he sees us like this.

I look outside, I'm about to set one foot on the wet grass. Tyler and Victor are running with their head tilt back, trying to feel every drop they can. It's Tyler's first day with us, out of therapy. His eyes lit up when he saw us this morning in the hall to pick him up from the facility. Words were not necessary, we all knew, we were going to the cabin. Victor and I got dressed up for the occasion, I'm wearing the blue dress they bought me this winter. They know what it means, I can't wait to feel their skin against mine. I guess that's what rain does to us.

I walk out.

Victor takes my left hand gently. He lays a kiss on it. I feel Tyler coming up behind me. He softly lays his head on my shoulder and slowly turns it. The kiss he places has a sweet taste to it, even though, my lips weren't involved. He grabs my waist and brings me closer to him. I can feel his body getting warmer. Victor takes one strand of my hair between his fingers and brings it closer to his face. He lets go of the hair strand and let his fingers linger on the top of my forehead. He slowly traces the contour of my face, then my cheekbones. He holds my chin with the tip of his fingers and turn my head lightly on each side. He strokes my lips with his thumb and brings his face closer for what seems like an eternity. I look up at him.

A smirk stretches his lips. He tilts my head on the right, I go ahead and kiss him. It lasts for a while.

Happiness isn't something you find, it's something you have to make. I guess you just need a canvas, your own colors and not be afraid of getting your hands dirty.