Chapter 16
Dedicated to dontbeadisaster because I recently finished reading her story, Art Works - NYC and it was just so real and emotional—only some writers can make me feel that. It takes talent, so add it to your library, read it, maybe leave some comments to let her know you liked it—because I know you will... ;)
I chose to dedicate this chapter in particular due to the clear art connection, (I've been wanting to dedicate something to her since like chapter 11) so enjoy!
Hayley had laughed herself into tears and out of the flat, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
How could Hays say that? "You could never love a guy—"
When right at this moment, I felt more in love with him than her. She didn't know what she was saying. She couldn't...
It's almost as if she's warning me about the tragic life I once led, and that it would constantly hover over me like the pall of death. I could see it so clearly—orange and blue standing under a dark sombre musty chocolate brown, dissolving the brightness below... dissolving the colours, dissolving us.
I push the thought away as my hand packs Harry's wine into my bag. Putting my bag on my shoulder, I head for the door. Just then, my phone rings—it could be Harry. I hurriedly take it from my pocket and answer without looking.
"Harry?" I ask, readjusting my bag on my shoulder.
"No," I hear a light laugh, "it's Ren—expecting someone else?"
"No," I lie, "but I just haven't spoken to him properly in a week... so I just always think it's him when the phone rings—it's fucking driving me crazy," I say and I just hear more of her laughter.
"I see it's you want to expect him, but you aren't because... I'm assuming drama?" She asks and I nod, once I remember she can't see me I voice my reply:
"Yeah."
After about thirty seconds of comfortable silence, Ren says: "so I was calling to see how the portfolio's going—because I might have something for you when it's done..."
The portfolio... shit.
I haven't done any work at all.
Weeks have gone by in a flash (Barry Allen pun intended), and I've completely forgotten to add new pieces to my old work.
"I've haven't finished adding pieces to it," I said and she hums.
"Call me when you have, there's something I want to offer you." She says and I smile knowing my work won't be for nothing.
"Okay, bye Ren," I say.
"Bye J," she says before I end the call. I quickly turn around and jog into the bedroom. I open my shoulder bag and slip in my black sketchbook, pencils, brushes and a Winsor & Newton watercolour palette.
God, it's been ages since I've used those.
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FanfictionIt was always Jupiter and Hayley, but then there was Harry. Jupiter's journey to finding herself and possibly some romance along the way. ( cover design : @weeknder )
