*chapter 12* wishes dont come true

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700+ reads!! Are you kidding me?!?!

Okay never mind my fangirl moment. Back to the book.

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*Ignis's POV*

I guess I should never have expected my wishes to come true.

Well they never did anyway. And then I am at fault too for I know that it is not right for me to expect things from life.

For expectations lead to disappointments and disappointments lead to depression.

I know what depression can do to a person for i myself have experienced it and it's not something I want to pay a visit again. Or ever.

Sitting in the next class, I couldn't pay attention at all. It was as if my mind refused to think of anything else except for Asher. His face was as if imprinted onto my mind. The image of him walking towards me was burning and flashing in my mind again and again.

Everytime I tried pushing it back, the images and thoughts seem to break through all the barriers and come back to me again.

Those deep black eyes seem to have captivated me. I didn't know why I had these thoughts, but I did anyway and now I can't seem to stop them.

It was as if they consumed all of me and I had lost all control

I knew I can't associate with him because I can't handle the consequences. Not after what happened with the dance crew and the family. Those memories are the ones that I can't forget. Or should I say that my nightmares won't let me forget. They haunt me till I give up everything.

Leaving me vulnerable.

Vulnerability in anyone in the last resort a person go into. It's something where yoy need comfort from your loved ones the most. Or you just loose all hope.

Sitting here in class, I somehow just wished that maybe, just maybe I do not have to face him again.

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Walking out the class, I had absolutely no idea what the teacher said the last 40 mins. My mind had yet to give up its thoughts about Asher. It refused to.

As if on reflex, I knew that my next class was arts. And it was on the other floor. Going to my locker, I took out my portfolio file and made my way to the fine art department room.

Not many people take up fine arts. It's only for those who really have the passion for it. like me

I have loved arts since I can remember. I really loved creating new things. It's like I can't resist myself when I see those blank pages. I just have to fill then up with something new. Different.

I went and sat at the same place I do everyday.

Not having many students in the class, this room just had three round tables with three seats on each. The teachers table was occupied with numerous canvasses and Mrs. Ginger was there looking over them.

"Hey Mrs. Ginger"

Her head turned when she heard me and she let out a squeal when she saw that I was carrying my portfolio file. My file always had new paintings, but it didn't have more than two or three considering the fact that the rest are either in Zach's office or in the walls of the fine arts department..

Mrs. Ginger always says that my paintings convey the feelings that my mouth can't tell anyone. She says not all can understand them but those who do, can clearly see the beautiful mind that created these paintings. Which is why she absolutely loved my paintings.

Oh well

I sat on one of the tables and she sat beside me. She took out the new paintings from the file and started observing the intricacies in it.

It was a little girl on stage. The spotlight that was the only thing that provided light in there came upon her and there was darkness lurking all around her. As though she was oblivious to it. Oblivious to anything around.

To anyone else, it would seem as if a small girl was performing on the stage, but Mrs. Ginger and I understood the deep meaning behind it.

I felt the drawing said that no matter how hard you try to put the darkness in your life away, in the end, it will always come and consume you.

"Oh my god! You keep getting better with every creation" said Mrs. Ginger.

At this, I knew instantly that I ain't taking this painting back home.

And that it going on THE wall.

THE wall is the wall that Mrs. Ginger puts up all my best work. It contains all the best artwork from her best students.

Then few others who share this class with me walked in.

And believe it or not but behind them was the person I was hoping to avoid all day.

Asher.

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Yeah baby!!! Longest chapter so far in the book!!!!

Oh god. Fangirl moment.

And all that came into my mind was:

Asher probably be like,

"Swiggity swooty coming for that booty"

EVERYONE STOP I JUST LEARNED A NEW EMOTICON!

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The raised eyebrow smiley 😂😂

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