My Other Half

Together

Over the past few weeks I worked my ass off to try and gain Damiona's trust, and I think it's working. She seems less distant from me. She does look away from me when I'm talking to her, along with not pulling away when I put my arm around her shoulders or chair.

We've also been texting every night for the past two weeks and it's awesome. I love talking with her. It's always the best part of my day besides seeing her at school.

The next day I woke up with a smile on my face. I've been going into school early ever since that day in the library just so I can talk to her in person.

Today when I got to the library with Mirabella I searched the whole thing for any sign of Damiona. She normally sits by the computer in the front but I can't seem to find her. When I make my way back to the entrance of the library the libarena stops me in my tracks.

"If you're looking for Damiona Snow, you should check the ceramics or painting studio. I know some days she goes there to work on some of her art."

She informs me.

"Oh, ok thank you."

I reply as I run out of the library heading straight to the art floor of our school.

When I get to the art floor all the lights are off. But I hear someone singing faintly in the distance.

I follow the sound of singing to the painting room.

When I look inside through the window I see Damiona with her back turned to the door with her light purple headphones on her head.

I look to see what she's working on and I see the most realistic painting I've ever seen. It almost looks like a photo. I take a closer look at the painting, trying to see what she's painting. It's all black and white except for the eyes. They're the only part of the painting that's in color and they're the exact same as damiona.

Damiona is unique in many ways, but one of the most noticeable traits about her is her eyes.

They're two drastically different colors.

Her right eye is a bright amber almost orange color. A close comparison would be those of a wolf. Her other eye is just as unique. It's light gray, almost white. Both of her eyes have a dark black ish outer ring. Paired with her dark brown skin, they always seem to stand out. Some people say that it is creepy to stare into her eyes, especially when her pupils are smaller than normal. But I disagree, I could get lost in those eyes of hers.

I take my eyes from the piercing ones of her paintings, and study the rest of it and realize that it's a self portrait. But when I take a closer look I notice that she's crying while trapped in a cage in the painting. She looks as if she's in pain. Emotional pain. The type that has you gripping your hair in frustration. Curious on why she painted herself that way, I made my presence known and entered the room. She doesn't notice me at first, but when she sees my shadow looming over her she finally decides to look back. Moving one side of her headphones off her ear.

Her stunning amber and gray eyes widened in surprise at my presence. I just smirk down at her.

"Hello fiocco di neve."

Snowflake

"Umm, h-hi dominic. What are you doing here?"

"What, I can't come and see you? Do you not want me around?"

I say in a teasing tone

"No it's not that, I was just surprised to see you."

"Good surprise or bad surprise?"