a photography major with an artist block meets his muse; a contemporary dancer with the urge to punch him in the throat.
When Harry clicks his camera to take a picture of the dancer at her recital, the flash stuns her and she falls as the audience...
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After three whole hours of agonizing torture, the banquet was finally over.
I was seated in the backseat of the car next to Lawrence who was already wasted off the Champagne that was given to us at the table. I was disgusted and wanted nothing more then to go home and sink into my bed. My mind was also racing with thoughts that wouldn't shut up, not matter how much I wanted it to.
I was thinking of Finn, as much he irritated me, I felt my stomach sink when I saw him there. My last thought was that he would be in attendance, but alas there he was, not even paying attention to me. I didn't want him too of course, seeing me forced to act flirty with Lawrence, the reason we got into the fight. Finn didn't stay the whole night though, he didn't even stay for the award he won. I felt sad for him, I wanted to comfort him.
"Isn't it weird that Finn wasn't there for the photography category?" I ask Lawrence randomly as he scrolls bored on his phone.
"I mean, it's weird he was even there at all."
"What do you mean, he's a photography student and he won an award. I swear I saw him moments before the award as well." I sat, thinking back to when I last saw him. He was so effortlessly handsome in his suit. I couldn't stop myself from starring at the way he drank from his champagne glass or the way he brushed his hair out of his face.
