My Love, my Darling || Voltiaere [BL] - Discontinued

Chapter 16

Y/n's pov.:

,,Alright class, this concludes today's time. Please clean up your work space and you may leave,, Mrs. Kim says. You sigh looking at the barely started canvas and decide to leave it for now. ,,Mr. Blue I'd like to talk to you before you leave,, she added just as you were finishing.

With the childish reaction from your classmates you head towards your teacher ,,Yes Mrs. Kim?,,. She takes of her glasses and gestures for you to sit in front of her *What have I done now?*.

She takes an unnecessary dramatic breath before she speaks ,,You have been in the art class for a little over a month and I have to sadly say that you have not improved the way I hoped,,. She pulls out pieces of papers that obviously were crumpled up ,,Normally this isn't an issue as everyone is different, but in your case......,, she trails off trying to find the right word.

,,Not normal,, you finish.

,,What is wrong with these sketches? Why have you just now started?,, she slides the papers you threw away back to you. Nothing was wrong with the sketches, but you were not happy with them. You wanted your first painting to be decent and a single four hour lesson a week seemed to not be enough time. ,,Mr. Blue, I really want to help you and be able to give you a chance,, you just nod not saying anything. ,,I need your project to be done before next week,, she deadpanned.

Your stomach drops at the pressure ,,But Mrs. Kim-/,,.

,,I'm sorry Mr. Blue, but it is a requirement for you. I need to see your illustration of happiness by next week,, you get up and grab your canvas as you storm out.

Your mind trails to possible ideas, but you hate them all *How am I supposed to illustrate something I know barely about?*. Deciding to worry about it later you see the little source of happiness you do have. ,,How was practice?,, you ask them.

,,Torture,, William whined and Brandon hums in agreement, maybe also pain.

You look at Voltiaere for conformation and he nods ,,Why was training hard today?,,.

You all continue to head to your dorms as you asked. ,,We have try-outs in a month. The training now is more the 'show off' kind,, Voltiaere answered with his voice strained.

,,O- Ok,, you just answer. The lower frequency of his voice gave an energiser to the butterflies in your stomach.

,,Definitely not interested in trying out?,, he asked teasingly.

,,As a crash dummy for the team? I don't know, I think I might,, you decide to be cheeky back.

,,Mhm, you're right. Though, I'm not sure the team captain might let you,, he continues.

,,And why is that? I am a perfect fit for a crash dummy,, you tease back.

,,Captain's secret to a good team,, he shrugs.

,,You saying I'm not good enough,, you pout.

He let out a tired chuckle ,,That is seriously what you got from that?,,. If he wasn't in pain you'd hit him right now ,,I am saying that you shouldn't get hurt. I really like black and purple, but not when it's a bruise under your eyes or around your stomach,,.

You know you are red as a tomato after that ,,Oh, ok. Uhm, thank you,,.

He let out another chuckle ,,Don't worry about it. You are more suited for whatever you want anyway,,. You just hum remembering the canvas you're holding.

You all separate to deliver the stuff you were holding and head down to re-join at dinner. ,,I swear, I am going to die from the lack of flavour!,, you chuckle at the drama queen.

,,Yeah yeah Odette. Go ask your prince to save you,, you mumble.

,,I know I should be offended, but I have no clue which disney princess that is,, you let out a small gasp, but quickly check if someone heard you.

,,Odette is the lead in swan lake. He's calling you a dying swan. It means you're dramatic,, Voltiaere clarified.

,,How do you know that?,, he asked.

,,Swan lake is common sense,, now even you wondered if that were true.

,,Maybe so, but you also know the names,, Brandon added with a smirk.

,,You want me to buy you food tomorrow or not?,, he asked or more like threatened.

,,Yes! Oh my goodness! Please!,, William started to list all the things he wanted, but only mentioned one or two items he could actually pay for. That was the subject dropped. You wondered if it was actually common knowledge for Voltiaere and even if so if he liked it. It was a typical for Voltiaere being able to change the subject. You noticed it was mostly when he felt uncomfortable or it was too personal for him.

Finishing with dinner you are somehow able to sneak away from the group so you can work on your canvas. Yet you are to come up with an idea. You search online some examples, but they aren't much help ,,Happiness. My illustration of it. What is my happiness? Not my home and my parents ruin my happiness. Definitely not Jared. Friends? Yeah,,. You write down all three of their names and continue to look at examples. ,,Extra activities? Not anymore really. Do I really not have any of my own happiness? How am I going to do this by next week?,, you ask yourself close to tears.

,,You're overthinking it,, you jump and scream at the sudden intrusion.

,,Jesus Christ Voltiaere! How long have you been standing there!?,, you ask still trying to recover.

,,Long enough. You want some help?,, he asked and you couldn't hold it anymore.

,,I'm good,, you say starting to cry.

,,That doesn't sound very convincing. Why are you getting overwhelmed?,, he asked sitting next to you on the floor.

,,Because....,, you didn't really know yourself. ,,I just want something to work out,, you mumble wiping away fallen tears.

,,Is that the only reason?,, he asked.

You couldn't answer since you fully started crying *Am I seriously going to turn my only happiness into disappointment?*. He sighs moving you two so he is leaning against the desk and you are leaning against his side with his arm around you *Stop crying you baby!*. You couldn't though. You two just sit there as he comforts you and you cry. ,,I'm sorry,, you say as you finally calmed down a bit.

,,Why are you apologising?,, his hand stayed on your back as you pulled away to sit up straight.

,,Because....I'm wasting your time bawling my eyes out like some 4-year-old child,, you say.

,,Nonsense. A 4-year-old doesn't even cry like you do,, you finally get to hit him as he chuckles. ,,You shouldn't apologise for something that is normal. You cry to let out built up emotions and you don't exactly have it easy here,, you just nod still sniffling. ,,Why don't you join me tomorrow? I think some fresh air might do you good and an outside view give you some perspective,, he suggested.

,,You think? Am I even allowed to leave?,, you ask scared of what might happen.

,,Don't worry about that, I'll deal with it. You want to or not?,, he asked again.

,,Yes please,, you mumble nodding a bit.

He chuckles a bit ,,Alright, then that is what we will do. I want you to be ready to leave for 8 in the morning. I'll pick you up at the main entrance. Go to bed now so you can wake up early, ok?,, you nod. You both stand up your legs aching. ,,Hey,, he said grabbing your attention. He bends down a bit so you are both eye level ,,Stop overthinking it. I'm sure that you will do fine,,. He squeezes your chin a bit before wishing you good night.

,,Night Voltiaere,, you say as he leaves. Listening to him you happily get ready for bed and are excited for tomorrow *Finally some time away from this hell hole*.