The woman in the picture

Chapter 1: The start

Chapter One: The Start

Talia's pov:

     The colors just started to come to life as my brush hit the canvas.
Over and over creating beautiful colors, each one blending with the next creating a beautiful concoction. Each brush stroke matches with a different feeling, painting a picture only I can't see.

        Here let me start from the top. My name is Natalia Roman but I go by Talia, and I am 25 years old.    When I said I have no idea what the painting looks like, I really don't know what it looks like. What I'm trying to say is that I'm blind, and have been ever since I was born. My parents said that they don't understand  how that happened, considering that I'm a werewolf. My wolf and I are very close, evidently we were born extremely special.  I was born blind, but my wolf Sif can show me the world in bits and pieces. All my other senses grew stronger as we got older.

      While growing up I knew we were different, myself and Sif, others didn't understand my bond with her.  She somehow found a way around my blindness, my wolf found that she could project images into my mind and show me the world. Going through high school was probably the toughest time of my life. While there were many different  people in my high school, I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb. While in class we sat in the front which meant I couldn't see anything that was happening behind me like what other people were doing. I could tell they were making fun of me every chance they got. I didn't let any of that bother me, I had worked so hard and graduated top of my class. Valedictorian at that. After high school I knew that things were gonna be different. I was going to be happier.

My life was then consumed by my paintings. Everyday  I would go on walks to find a spark of inspiration, something that took our breath away, a sight so filled with beauty it would be a once in a blue moon kind of sight. 

Lately my inspiration has come from a woman, while we've stayed in the apartment Sif would show me this woman, her image stayed in my mind for days. She has short jet black hair, ivory skin. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen. She has two different eye colors; her left eye is Blue and the right eye is  green.  I've never seen anything like it before. I want to know who this woman is, it feels like I'll never know who she is. But that little voice in the back of my mind says otherwise, like it knows that someday this woman who has captured my mind day and night will one day come into my life.

I want this woman so badly, I want to feel her presence and feel her features instead of seeing the pulsing visions Sif gives me of this woman. I want to know her name, her story and what she was doing in our head. As I finally finish the painting that I've been working on for weeks now, never being given the chance to see it, only knowing it is the best painting I've had the pleasure to create. Then to have Sif show me it's the woman again. This time I'm with her, my hand held tightly within hers. There's a pit with white fur and little black spots, with sky blue eyes sitting beside us with a look of content across its face as we both look at one another. I stood back for what seems like a lifetime, it's still wet from the paint but I want to reach out and touch it hoping that this was real, but it's just a painting and I cannot touch what is not real but how I wish it was. I wish this was a memory and not just a vision I had of this woman and I. Side by side with a loving look being shared

                              //////////later that evening///////////

     It's midnight now as I stand in the shower washing the dried paint from my body as I think of my life. I've always been different from other people, even my kind, they've always thought of me as if I'm not one of them. It's never held me back. Sif and I, we're a one of a kind pair. We'er stronger now. with heightened senses and a whole lot of exercises we could take on anyone from the pack and win in a fight. But after high school I left the pack, I no longer wanted to be an outcast. My family understood why I left and they still come to see me and we talk all the time.