The Art of Letting Go - ENGLOT

Chapter 11

Ensley's POV:

Every since that day when she showed up unannounced, she's kept doing it.

Celestine kept showing up at my studio every evening, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After all, her painting classes were only on the weekends. But at the same time, I looked forward to her visits, her presence and her laughter. So I don't ask why and I don't turn her away.

Every night since, I wait for her and I let her in.

And so our nights continued like that, with Celestine pouring out her heart to me and me just being there to listen and offer comfort. Sometimes, in the quiet moments, I found myself wishing for something more – a deeper connection that went beyond just friendship. But for now, I knew that supporting her was all that mattered.

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I watched Celestine unpack her bag and pull out her art supplies. She had been doing this every day for a week now and I couldn't help but feel surprised. "You're here again," I said, trying to hide my smile.

Celestine grinned back at me. "Yeah, I couldn't stay away," she said, grabbing a sketchbook and flipping it open. "It's just so peaceful here. Plus, it's nice to have company."

"You're not such a bad guest." I teased.

Celestine laughed, her eyes lighting up. "Well, I try my best."

As she settled into her artwork, we talked about life, love, and everything in between. Celestine ranted about her job, vented about her employees, and confided in me about her fears and dreams.

And as the night wore on, I found myself growing more and more fond of her. She had a way of lighting up the room, of making me feel alive and vibrant in ways I had forgotten were possible.

"Hey, Ensley," she said, looking up from her sketchbook. "Thanks for letting me stay so late. I know it's not what we originally planned."

I shook my head, laughing. "It's fine. I don't mind the company," I said, glancing over at the clock. "But I should probably start packing up soon. It's getting late."

Celestine nodded in understanding, but I sensed a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"Hey, you can always come back tomorrow night."

Celestine's eyes snapped towards me. "You'll be here?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in my chest. "Of course. I'll be here."

Celestine gathered her things, and together we made our way out of the studio, locking the door behind us. As we walked down the quiet street, I felt a sense of happiness, contentment, and a hint of something else - something deeper, more intense. But I didn't dwell on it any longer as soon as Celestine hugged me goodbye.

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One night, we were sitting on the floor, our brushes and paints resting beside us as we snacked on some chips.

"You know," Celestine said, her voice low. "I don't think I've ever felt this close to anyone before."

I looked at her, feeling a flutter in my chest. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I just feel like I can tell you anything, you know?" Celestine continued. "It's like you understand me in a way that no one else does."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I understand what you mean. I feel the same way about you."

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Celestine spoke again. "Ensley, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I said, turning to face her.