{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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Six acres of concrete wasteland, One sunflower standing tall. I didn't know your name, I didn't know your fame, I just liked you, that's all.
~ The Courteeners
(Mature content ahead)
{Jace}
The moment I step into the room I'm assaulted by colour. Every shade you could possibly imagine. The gallery is small, plain white walls and glossy black marble flooring in a converted loft space giving each painting its own nook. The overhead lights glittering on the floor like rows of stars in an overcast night sky. I'm dazed for a moment, getting lost in the splashes of coloured amongst it. I bypass people without looking at them, drawn to the first piece I lay eyes on despite the others looking just as mesmerising.
It's a textured oil painting of the city at dusk on a typically rainy day. The bright yellow cars and cabs lining the streets, their lights and the reflections of the sky on the surface of the road explosions of colour in the concrete jungle. The lights inside office buildings and glittering billboards blinding. It was like looking at the city I had known, had grown up in for the majority of my life, lived and breathed and observed for the first time again. Like in one picture, the wonder at first arriving in this magical city had been captured to relive again and again. I wasn't an artist, not by a long shot but even I knew that this wasn't just another painting of the city, it was a feeling. Like it spoke to me in some way.
Maybe my option was clouded by my relationship, however strained, with the artist. But considering I'd seen her design work several times and appreciated the skill involved I never quite felt like this. This was real and raw. Like reaching into someone's mind and seeing something exactly the way they saw it. Every single one gave me the same feeling, despite the subject matter. Which were all very different. Some were off different parts of the city, others the country. A few one singular subject like a flower or a ray of sun in a darkened room. In short, despite all of my artistically uneducated rambling thoughts, they were incredible.
"I did tell you she was talented." Alec, after following me around for the last twenty minutes speaks up to my left. He has his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans like being here makes him anxious, although for what reason I wasn't entirely sure. It might've been because we had very little idea what to wear so had both gone for dark jeans and a shirt, my leather jacket thrown over the top. Which wasn't that out or the ordinary for me but Alec's go to attire was usually sweaters.
"I didn't doubt you for a second Alec, I knew she was talented anyway. I just didn't realise the extent of it." This is why I had to see it for myself. I had to know the parts of her she hasn't shared with me yet, especially if she was sharing them with the world. He shuffles on his feet looking bored, while he could probably appreciate her talent he was never particularly interested in art. I'd basically dragged him here with me.
