Thank you so much for almost 17k reads??? Literally screaming. Anyway, I am literally always in my Angelina Jolie phase bc I've literally been obsessed with her since I was like five, and found out that we share a birthday. Also, sorry for just like... abandoning this. I'll probably do it again.
This is so short, and so shit. I'm sorry. I am so tired and wrote this last minute. I have had literally one hundred ideas for one shots, but can't write more than 100 words without being completely lost.
And if you're new here, if you're interested my spotify is linked in my bio which has a playlist of all the songs I've used as titles for my one shots. Enjoy ;)
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***Thoughts are in italics
Angelina's pov
As children, birthdays are always regarded as a big deal. With each passing year, we get a little closer to adulthood, and once we reach that point, our birthdays start to look a little different as well. There is a time when you go out with friends, party, drink, and do whatever you feel like doing for a little while. However, as we age, we become less inclined to celebrate the occasions that we used to celebrate. The idea of having a peaceful yet fun birthday is something we all want by the time we reach the age of thirty. Getting together with friends close to you, perhaps with family as well.
Now that I'm forty-eight, things are a little different. The morning was spent with my kids before sending them off to do whatever they needed to do and go to their classes.
I had heard about a place holding an art show not too far from where I live, so I decided to go there this afternoon. Who knows, maybe I'll find a new piece that catches my eye. I continue about my day until it's time to get ready and leave.
By the time I arrive, it's nearing two o'clock, and by the looks of it, the inside of the building isn't overly crowded, luckily. The outside of the building is gorgeous, and the inside is beautiful. Walking around, observing the art, I stopped at one in particular. It's an oil painting of a woman laying in a bed. Her back was completely exposed, smooth sheets pooling around her bottom half, long brown hair splayed out over her pillow, arms crossed over the pillow.
Something about this painting has me looking at it longer than the others, whether it be the detail, or simply the intimacy of the painting. Was it a scene someone had imagined, and decided to paint, or was this inspired by a lover? I was only brought out of my thoughts when I saw someone walk up and stand next to me in peripheral vision.
Turning my head, I'm met with the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. Her eyes full of warmth, practically inviting me to stare at them. The way the lights illuminate her face just right, highlighting all of her sharp features. Both of us stood there, admiring each other while tuning out the rest of the world around us. This woman is easily the most stunning person I have ever seen. Every small detail was absolutely perfect. She was perfect.
The moment our eyes met, my heart started racing, and a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time made its presence known. It wasn't until I heard her smooth, velvety voice that I realized I had been staring for much longer than I had intended. God, even her voice was perfect. That alone could make me melt. "Enjoying the painting? You've been staring at it for quite a while." It took me a moment to compile the right words. "It's absolutely beautiful." The woman quickly looked away trying to hide her blush, but failing.
I wasn't quite sure if I was referring to her or the painting. I may have been staring at the painting, but I could look at her for hours and never want to look away. A smirk rose on my face once I had noticed how red her cheeks had gotten. Before I'm able to say anything else, she looks back at me smiling. Beautiful. "Well, thank you. It's one of my favorites out of my paintings." Wait, she's the artist? Can she get any more perfect?
"You painted this?" The shock must be evident on my face because she laughed before nodding her head. Gorgeous. "I did. It's a painting I did of an ex when we were still together. It wasn't the best relationship, but this painting, along with a few others, came out of it. I can't really be mad at that."
The next few hours were spent with the two of us talking until the sun began setting. Learning everything we could about each other in the limited amount of time we had. I've had my fair share of relationships in the past, but standing here and talking to her, it feels different. I barely knew her, yet she had made me feel so much. I would do anything for her.
Love at first sight seems a bit strong, but it's the only thing that comes to mind when I try to describe how she has made me feel in such a short amount of time. I never wanted the day to end. I could stand here and talk to her for days. Eventually, we did need to part ways, but not before we exchanged numbers, agreeing to meet for coffee at a nearby coffee shop the following week. From there, we got to know each other better, and the feelings only grew stronger.
There were so many layers to her as a person, it seemed as though each day I learned something new about her, and discovered a new mannerism, or a habit she had. After a month of getting to know her, I decided I should try to make the first move and ask her out on a date. I knew I would regret it if I let her get away.
It was one of the most memorable nights of my life, and we began going on dates every week before we officially started dating. The kids absolutely adored her from the first day they met. At that moment, I knew she was even more special than I thought. After we had been together for a few months, I knew I had fallen in love with the beautiful, kind, smart, and incredibly creative woman I met that day by chance. Fate isn't necessarily something I believe in, but for once, I think that fate brought us together that day.
And I was right that day when I said I might find something that would catch my eye, only it wasn't a painting. It was the artist.
