Chasing ashes...(On Hold)

*Chapter four*

That's the trailer up there. I know most of you have already watched it but just in case. Oh and please excuse any typos, i've written this from my phone woops.
Enjoy

Tini's POV

I didn't sleep. Not a fraction of second. My nightmares collided with the green eyed boy's threats and made it impossible for my brain to rest. Not that I actually cared about my well-being at this point since tired is just part of my personality right now, but I cared enough about getting decent sleep to be able to function during the day. It's pathetic that I can't help it.

As soon as a ray of light slid through the glass balcony in my room, I jumped out of bed and headed outside the house. The early morning sun was already well risen and the summer grass shone like it had its own gentle glow from within. The air felt, fresh, refrigerated even, the coolness that i rarely felt in my home town but loved so much. Though it was late enough for bright light, it was early enough for the streets to be almost deserted - perfection. Apparently 6:22 am was the sweet-spot.

The garden outside the huge building was captivating and i was completely drawn into it's charm. I guess the world reaches it's ultimate beauty at such time in the morning. With no humans to bother it, nature awakes and sets free all of her wonders.

Still staring at the sight, i remembered how much i missed my canvass, my paint, my brushes, my art. It was all destroyed with my belongings at home, and surely enough my mother wouldn't be able to afford all of that again. However, I felt like painting that morning. I had so much going on in my mind and had to get rid of it, so I ran back inside the house and looked through the room for anything i could use. All i found was a pencil and a paper. I decided that will do.

In the fantastical worlds of my paintings I see reflections of my own mind, the way I think, how i feel, and it clears my soul from the dust of every day life, gives me another breath and sets my hope on a whole new level.
Art is a gift i'd never be thankful enough for, my savior.



As my hand moved over the canvass, it was almost like my mind was directing my hand without me, odd perhaps, but that's the way it was. My hand moved instinctively to the right spot, building a new picture. Usually it's one I have never seen before, but this drawing was a familiar one, a familiar face. The pencil smoothly drew distinct features, traced the striking green eyes of the bruised man i met last night, focusing on his thick lashes. Then his pale bleeding lips, and his defined jaw line.

As I added more details to his frowning face, I got concerned about how much he occupied my thoughts. He was intimidating, breath taking even, but i'm definitely only drawing him right now because he consumed all of me last night, creeped me out and burnt my emotions. He affected me in a way that was undeniable yet dreadful, and i had to get him out of my head and inside my canvass instead.



_Good morning." A female voice chirped by my side and I almost had a heart attack.

_Hey." I smiled awkwardly as I flipped off my drawing and hid it away from the girl.

A tumble of blonde curl fell off her shoulder as she smiled back. It was the blond color that's just a few shades nicer than the white of old age. It gave her some warmth, complementing her pale face rather than making her look washed-out. Her eyes were not the watery blue I'd expected to see as i studied her face, they were the colour of caramel and so were the barely noticeable freckles that layed over her nose and upper cheeks.

_What are you doing up so early ?" She chuckled, her eyes searching the paper i was working on minutes ago.

_Umm, I just...couldn't sleep." I replied with a tiny smile.