Barrier // H.S.

2 ~ wine and precious art

"Anchors"
~ Novo Amor

And I hear the ship is comin' in
Your tears a sea for me to swim
And I hear a storm is comin' in
My dear is it all we've ever been?

"The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides"
                                      - Audrey Hepburn
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Her.

I watched the city lights fly past me one by one, as I sat in the car my assistant had called for me. The city hasn't seemed that bright for a while, but neither have I so I can't complain.

My last relationship left me quite broken. I'd never had to deal with heartbreak, never loved anyone or anything as strong as I had loved Marcus. I didn't notice how dangerous love was, how conniving.

Promising myself I'd never put myself in that position again. Allowing someone to get to know all of you is poisonous, it's painful and vindictive. I've shut myself down into a state of melancholy, and walls guarded around me. I was a famous well known designer, becoming one of the best after I threw myself into my work. Heartbreak is hard to ignore.

I'd taken all my things from that apartment, memories had been too much to bear. Moving to a space extremely too large for me, I'd become more lonely. Isolated. A girl who is always working didn't need a three floor penthouse on the upper east side.

Soon I was lifted out of my thoughts when the car was pulled to a stop, men opening my door and helping me out. Cameras flashed as I walked down the walkway into the gallery, black dress swaying behind me.

Hoping to be left alone I swayed off from the many bright souls, thinking of the questions to ask about my new line. Wheels turning as they thought of ways to impress me, little did they know their small shows of happiness with one another or the event in general, brought me peace of mind. Negativity was something I shied away from.

I didn't even want to leave my house tonight, lots of work was left to do sitting on my desk at home. But if I missed this event Id be disappointed in myself. Matty was an extreme source of positivity and life, keeping me afloat when I was struggling immensely.

Walking through the museum a painting caught my eye. It was a swirl of blues and greens, calming colors that was aesthetically pleasing in my eyes.

I was ready to move to the next piece when I heard
loud fast pattering of footsteps, before someone collided into me and picked me up. I'd be nervous about a random stranger spinning me around but by the abundance of dark curly locks I could tell it was Matty.

He let me down, kissing both of my cheeks. He looks adorably dapper in his skinnies and suit jacket I designed for him. Giving myself a small pat the back I went on to compliment Matty.  He was a lovely person and he deserved everything and more.

"How are you my lovely, I'm so glad you came. Are you feeling better?" he asked fingers brushing over my knuckles.

"I'm not sure actually. But it's not sad so I'm sure as hell not going to complain about it." My comment was answered with a laugh from Matty.

I get distracted from Matty's speech about my daily health and positive mind when I see five males giving both of us a piercing stare. They were very attractive, but since like I said before I had walls high, it had little affect on me.