The Girl who Never Noticed.

Chapter Twenty Four

I want you close and close ain't close enough, no - Close, Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo.

Evelyn

"I just arranged the last box," I sighed.

"Great," Zachary smiled. "So this is it? Your humble home?"

"Yep. My new humble home," I furrowed my brows. "The room bores me to death."

As I looked around, i found myself wanting to change the place. The room was completely white and pale, it reminded me of a hospital's room.

"Hey, Eve," Zachary's voice brought me back to reality. "Why not paint the walls?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of contacting a painter-" I started.

"No," he cut me off. "I meant you painting the wall. You know, not just with colors, but a painting, with actual drawings."

"Zachary-" I began to protest.

"Princess," his tone was warning as he raised an eyebrow.

I felt myself go red and tongue tied.

"Listen, Eve," Zachary sighed. "You can't stop what you do best for a pathetic person like Chase."

He said his name as if Chase were poison. Well, he did plague my life when i thought he was decorating it, yet i was just deceived. I was blinded and stupid.

"I haven't been painting for a year now, Zachary, i don't even know if i still have it in me," i felt myself tear up.

"No, princess," he came up to me and hugged me. "Then let's start fresh, okay? Right from the scratch."

I wiped my tears and nodded, "let's go, then."

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The painting surface and paint rested in front of me. Flashbacks came to drown me, but Zachary was by my side, helping me back to the shore.

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An hour later, i had finished a painting of the golden necklace Zachary gave me for my birthday, and i am satisfied with my outcome.

"Wow, this is amazing," Zachary complimented.

"Thanks," i smiled.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"That's great," he held my hand, stroking my wrist with his thumb.

I inhaled sharply and felt him tense.

"Okay," he whispered. "Lets start painting the walls, shall we?"

After a moment, i smiled, "we shall."

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"Okay, so one corner will be for the drawing, the other corners will have plain paint, right?" Zachary asked.

I hummed in agreement.

"Okay, lets start then," he clapped.

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Once the first two walls were painted with grey paint, the room looked warmer, yet cold. In a way, it reminded me of a cloudy day. But it was also cozy.

As we painted the third wall, Zachary got tired and got himself a bench to sit on while painting. While he painted, he kept humming a made up tune.

"What?" He asked with a small smile.

I then realized i was staring at him.

"I-I," i went red. "Nothing."

"No, tell me," he demanded.