Save Room For Us (18+)

Chapter 8: Worth Thousands of Words

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Chapter 8: Worth Thousands of Words
Damon

The gallery took place at the Elle which was one of the most well known museums in the country. My mother owned it and was very proud about that. Its exterior resembled old Greek architecture-- tall pillars, beige cemented walls, exquisite detailing. When you walked inside, the ceiling was so far up, it felt like you were looking at the sky. The clouds and angels painted on the ceiling matched the golden walls.

The Elle was ornamented with paintings and sculptures. The artworks were all related to Greek culture. Some pieces were collections that my mother was able to collect over the years, many were with thousands of dollars, even close to millions.

By the time Tessa and I arrived, there were quite a number of people. Many were sponsors, others were close connections of my mom, and art lovers. "I see nothing delicious," Tessa said as she scanned her eyes around the building.

"You can eat later when you get home."

"I'm not talking about food." She grabs a glass of champagne as a service walked past us. She took a sip, taking in the flavor. She waved her hand and walked past me. I turned my head to her direction and saw she was walking to her mother. At the same time, my mother walked to me.

My mom gave me a hug. "Thank you for coming. It means so much to me," she admitted. "Not going to lie, I was a little worried you weren't going to come. But you always prove me wrong."

"Mom. Of course I will come to your event. Even though things are rough between me and dad, there is no bad blood between us. You will always be my number 1. You will always have my support."

She smiled, holding onto my hand, mouthing thank you. She scanned her eyes around the area, her eyes sparking at the sight of people enjoying themselves. While my mom didn't work a traditional job, she was able to enjoy the arts in the way she could. Before she met my dad, she was a painter. Perhaps, I got my artistic side from her. "I heard Nevaeh is back," she suddenly said.

"I know."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Act like you don't care. I know you. You are my son. No matter how much you act like you don't care with your body and voice, I can see it in your eyes. You still care about her." My mom never found it hard to read me. She usually knew how I felt.

Instead of acknowledging what she said, I switched the topic, "Good turn out." I didn't want to talk about how I truly felt about her, because that wouldn't help me move on.

"Don't do that either," she added.

"Do what?"

"Change the topic." Before she could tell me what she wanted to tell me, one of her sponsors called her over. "Looks like I am ready for my performance." She put on her best smile and went to entertain people who are investing in this place.

I walked around, checking out different pieces. As I was walking, I saw how intentional the artworks were organized. I slid my hands into my front pockets, trying to grasp the depths of the painting in front of me. I felt a presence by my side.

"Hmm, you should try the drinks here. They're actually pretty good."

"Not really thirsty."

Tessa rolled her eyes and she took another sip from her glass. "So, how's Nevaeh?" she asked. Why was everyone asking me about Nevaeh? Nevaeh. Nevaeh. Nevaeh. It was starting to upset me because there was not much of an answer I could give. It just reminded me I couldn't have what I always wanted. Her.