Loving Silence

CHAPTER 4

ART

"So, you're real. Wait, please don't move. Let me hold you just so I can confirm you are not a ghost." I continuously said that leaves confusion on her face. "And your eyes—your eyes should be hazel brown like the one in the portrait, not green." I added, while touching the side of her face, near her upturned eyes.

Her brows furrowed as she slapped away my hands and stood up. She sign language to me something, but since I'm not that quite knowledgeable with it, which surely shows to my face, it added a frown to her face.

She then gets something in her bag, an A5 vintage notebook with a lock that is currently open at that time and a parker fountain IM pen, and she writes something to it. After a few seconds, she shows it to me while scowl is still written across her face.

"Are you plainly out of your head?" She asked, which sent me back to reality. Right, I must be out of my head right now.

I then sign language to her back that I'm not that good at sign language and I indebtedly want to give my foremost apology for what I did to her to which she replied that I should.

Ensuing to that, I thought that she would leave for what I have done, but I was astounded when she got my recent painting and sat beside me. She then jotted something once again to her notebook and she later showed it to me. "You love painting? Can you teach me? I want to paint what I can't say. I want to paint my secret."

After reading what she wrote, I looked straight into her eyes and my gaze was met by nothing more than pure melancholia. The same expression she has in her family's portrait.

Without a second thought, I say yes to her in a form of sign language. And for the first time in my life, I saw her angelic, deep, smile. She then says thank you through her notebook, which I just smile back in return to show her that it's not a big thing.

I then look at my wristwatch to see what time it is, and I almost get tangled up as I briskly stand up and collect my things, forgetting that I have company with me.

I was about to dash my way home when Silence grasped me to my arm, which stopped me for a while.

"Can I tell you a secret? But promise me you'll keep it." She writes down which leaves me in a state of puzzlement.

She then wrote something once again, and the last writing of hers leaves me flabbergasted.

"I'm not Edelweiss Silence C. Morrigan."