Even though there was pain present,
work was the only shine on my life.
It's been three months already,
and not even the snow was as cold
as Lydia ignoring me.
I could never resent her,
but how was I supposed to know?
"Lydia can we leave already?
I don't get why you just look at this crap for minutes."
Could it be?
Making a detour from going downstairs,
I head to Gallery 759, instead.
Lydia?
Entering the gallery,
there she stood
just like before.
She looked at me
as if she saw a ghost.
In just a glance of her face,
all the pain from these days
faded away.
Thinking it was impossible to go in for a hug,
my courageous heart went for it
and surprisingly she didn't resist.
I've missed you.
"Hey buddy.
Her boyfriend is here."
Our embrace was interrupted
by the unfamiliar man besides her.
What?
Lydia looked down
without a word.
Then I figured it out.
This dick didn't
know about me.
"I'm taking off.
Lydia if you aren't at the entrance
in 10 minutes,
I'm gone."
She silently nods
as he rudely walks
between us.
Lydia continues
to look at the ground
without a sound.
Behind her was the painting
she was admiring:
Hummingbird and Apple Blossoms.
Hey, lets talk about this one quickly.
She turns,
but still glancing at the ground.
The blossoms are the main focus here.
You are the blossoms, but also
notice the thick storms behind them.
That's everything else.
You are beautiful and bright
even when everything around you
is utterly down.
"Evan."
I glance at her,
only to find tears took over here face.
Lydia, no don't cry.
"I've missed you so much."
This time
she embraced me.
"He's not my boyfriend, either.
That's just my friend Nathan."
Figures.
"I have to go,
but I'll call you soon.
We need to talk."
Okay.
Three months.
It took three months
to make me smile once again.
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Aesthetic
Historia CortaEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
