A World Without Fire

D. Too much green

I was cleaning my room, I washed my hands and went to her room. She had some things on the table, and the colors in her room seemed scattered as if she kept painting all the time. One side was just filled with books—mostly about painters, many of which I had heard of but never read, because I always got excited about the paintings, but I didn't know how to do it, so it was equally frustrating for me.

Before touching the books, I asked. She was folding her arms and staring at me. she didn't understand my changing body language.

She finally asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to hold this book."

She handed it to me and said, "Take a look." Her whole room was surrounded by paintings. She hadn't even spared the walls. the style of her paintings was hard to understand. She painted in a way that was unique, often using green paint, which confused me. I asked, "Do you really like green?"

She sat in the chair, looking at her painting, and said, "No! I just bought too much green, so I used it here."

I was very happy. I wanted to ask so many things, but she then asked, "Go, do something. Don't you have any works? Or you just want to stand here?"

I alraedy fought with her, didn't even speak directly. Why would she talk to me nicely now? Shit, no one knew what painting meant to me. Now nothing could be done. I left the room because if had lowered my ego, and she would definitely show me my place and make me feel worse.

I asked, "Are you free?"

"No! I'm very busy." (She was tying her hair, and it seemed like she thought I was about to say something rude. Her body language was clearly defensive, as if she was ready to fight.) 'What do you want?'

I had no answer, so I asked, "A date?"

She squinted and asked, "Date? Is this a new way to put me down?"

"I mean, my friend wants to go on a date. Would you go with him?"

"Does your friend like me? Male or female?"

"His name is Vishwash. Please give him a chance. He loves you very much."

Shraddha took the book from my hand and said, "Tell your friend to bring this brush and paint color. I'll go on the date." She wrote it down on a piece of paper. I was so happy. If she became Vishwash's girlfriend, I could meet him and talk to her.

I started to leave with the paper when she called me, "Wait."

I stopped, and she said, "I can never be your friend. Don't even try."