The Vintage Style

Whispering Secrets Before Last Dusk

Brooks looks at the masterpaice she was holding.

'What else is left not to love in her?' he says while looking at the painting.

Autumn had painted a small stream, a brook flowing through the dark green forest.

The trees and leaves were as dark as emerald eyes of his. On the bank of the river there was a girl lying side facing there wearing a long frok with her hand in the river.

Brooks wasn't able to understand the painting but admire it with his whole heart.

On the other hand where Brooks was admiring Autumn's painting, Autumn was ardoring his art.

On the canvas which he was holding was a painting of an Autumn season scene. The forest was in the mixture of yellow and brown shade with leaves falling on the ground.

A boy was sitting on the bench under the tree with a maple leaf in his hand, looking at it. The boy seems sad, which troubles Autumn a lot.

They both take their time to carefully look at the art they both were holding. Though they weren't able to understand the meaning of each other's painting but they appreciated them.

"If-If you don't mind can I keep your painting with me?" Brooks asks adverting his eyes from the painting. "Ya-Yeah, I was about to ask you the same" She said and they both exchanged the paintings.

After having another look over the painting, they both stood up and went to get ready for the day.

Brooks gave her his clothes and told her that she will feel much more comfortable in these rather than her usual frocks.

She agreed and then they both went to get ready.

After some what an hour they got ready and met in the living room. "So? Are you ready?" Brooks asks with a bag in his hands.

"Hmm" She mumbles and looks up at him and then at her surrounding. She didn't want to leave but she has to.

"Don't worry your majesty, after all we will be writing letters. So, don't be sad okay? Otherwise I will also become sad" He says with a pout. Autumn gives him a sad smile. "Hmm. But try not to write too much in Spanish. Sometimes it becomes very difficult for me to understand" She said, knowing how horrible his Spanish was, but still he used to write it.

He bows, "As per your orders, your royal highness" She laughs.

"Why are you carrying a bag?" she frowns.

"So that my meadow saffron, you won't have to carry things in your hands. And don't worry I will keep this bag in your room" He reassures her and holds her shoulders. "Tha-that's (she says with big eyes while looking at him) very kind of you. But how will you enter my room?" She asks while folding her arms and raising her eyebrows.

"We-well, I will sneak in" He says while blushing and rubbing his back of the neck. She giggles. "Well I know your parents will ask you many questions when they will see a bag in your hands and I don't want them to blame you for something which you haven't even done"

He was right. Her parents are like this. They will blame her for no reason and the situation will only worsen if they find anything suspicious. "Ohhk. So where are we going?" the moment she asks the question, Brooks hands her a mask.

She raises her eyebrows. "You might need this"

She takes the mask. Then while roaming and talking with each other they went outside the forest into the city.

Brooks wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. So, he thought of recreating some of their memories in a little different way. He can't recreate all but he can surely recreate some.