The Art of Love

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Aurora
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"Um, well, hi, nice to meet you" I say bringing out my hand for him

"Hi. Nice to meet you too." He says shaking my hand

"What's your name?" He says right after

"Aurora. My name is Aurora" I respond, feeling even more awkward by the second by just having a conversation with him.

"That's a nice name" he says with a small smile, and that is the exact moment that I know my face is as red as a tomato/

"Ha. Very funny. You're a very funny guy." I say with sarcasm as a response to him repeating what I said to embarrass me.

"Thank you. Do you want to go look at the art with me?" He says bluntly.

"Is this another of your jokes?" I say surprised from how direct he is.

"Belive me, I dont joke about spending time with people. If I don't what to spend time with you I wouldn't have said anything."

"....sure"

There is quite a lot of people here. So he leads the way while asking for permission to walk through and I follow him.

Every 2 or 3 steps he would look back to make sure if I was still following and if I was okay.

During this, I receive a text from Anastasia asking if I was okay which I texted back that I was.

We get to someone holding a tray with champagnes and Jack asks for 2.

Jack looks at me and asks if I would like one. I respond with a nod.

He gives me one and takes the other

"Ok. So where do you want to start?" He says

"The ones you painted"

"Alright"

He takes me to the front of an extraordinary painting that catches my breath. I had never seen such love and sadness by just staring at a painting.

In the painting, it was a man and a women. The man was holding the woman's face with both hands, while you could see the stain of a tear rolling down his cheek and his eyes were focused on the women.

The women had both of her hands placed on his cheeks. They were placed lower in his face as if she was trying to wipe away the end of the tear. Her eyes were focused on him and the way her eyes were painted seemed as if she were to cry as well.

Both of the fronts of their heads were touching. The details in each part were so precise that I couldn't even describe. While looking at this painting, it felt as some sort of letting go.

The background was very simple and it was the only part of the painting that had color, it looked like a peaceful landscape, the colors were not bright.

A light green for the plants. A bit of yellow that looked as the sun shining, and finally blue for the sky.

It felt heartbreaking, even though I was just watching a painting.

And this was exactly why I loved it.

It could make me feel some emotions that maybe nothing else could.

It felt as if they were saying goodbye and it was breaking them, however everything else around them is fine.

It felt very personal, and I had been watching this now for quite a few minutes.

"Wow.." Is all I can get to say

"This..this is beautiful" I say and I look at him

He is staring at it with his hands behind his back.

I stay looking at him. All of a sudden he becomes the painting.
I'm mesmerized by him.

He turns and looks at me. This time I don't get embarrassed because he stairs at me the same way.

We make eye contact and my heart feels warm. I know, that's a weird thing to say, but truly, it does.

I've never had someone look at me like this. With such kindness and desire.

I keep looking into his eyes and I feel as if im falling in love with him right this moment.

In this moment the painting is between us. His body moves towards me while not braking eye contact and so does mine. We both stop right in the middle of the painting a few inches from each other.

"Hi" he says

"Hi" I respond

In this instant Anastasia calls me and she asks where I am,  I let her know and a minute later she gets here

"Ok, now lets go look at some paintings the 4 of us"

Great, now what the fuck just happened between me and Jack?
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I hope you liked it, let me know what you think!! Sorry if it cringy, I will work on it.