Grace

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It was a beautiful morning. It had rained all night so the air smelled fresh . I was running late for my art classes like every morning . People were busy with their problems , headed somewhere . I had aways wondered why are we here ?
Why we exist ?
 
Quote from a book i had read recently said " We are born alone and we die alone ". Yep , eighteen years old girl with these kind of thoughts . Well i lost my father five years ago and since then i look on life in a different way .

Today was a really big day for me . I was going to learn where i'll continue my education . I was hoping to study art in London . The school is the best in the country , besides i used to visit my grandmother when i was little . The city was really beautiful with the old architecture . I loved everyting about London , but i wanted to forget the memories i made there .

Thank god i wasn't late . I sat down and took a deep breath . The smell of paint and pencils in the early hourse of the day made me feel inspired .

My friend Hope was staring at me .
"Hope , do you know that staring at people is creepy ?" I asked and she laughed .
"I'm just trying to unpuzzle you Grace ," during these five years." I sighed annoyed from what she has just said.
"Hope , i talk only with you ," i don't think there is something you don't know about me." She smiled .
"The way you think , your thoughts , your solutions ," these are the things i can't unpuzzle .

I wrinkled my face and started drawing . Yes , she was the only person i usually talk to . Sometimes she acts surprising , but perhaps thats the reason why i liked her .

Well , she wasn't always the only person i could call my friend . In the summers when i visited grandma in London , i used to play with a boy named Thomas Brodie-Sangster . He was the grandson of my grandma's best friend .

We became very close . He loved when i showed him some drawing skills . I thought it was
silly when he started calling me Little Picasso , but i quite liked it . I liked everyting in him and i couldn't wait the summer to start . But then my father died . I stopped visiting grandma. My mother needed me . Thomas started an acting career . He promised that he won't forget me .

From that moment my life turned upside down . I cried every night . I felt alone , forsaken , betrayed . I had the feeling that i'm not living , i just exist in this damn world . But you know time cures everything .

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 13, 2015 ⏰

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