It's time for me to go, but something is always stopping me.
You and I? I don't know if it's still existing.
„You were red and you liked me because I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided purple just wasn't for y...
I took a deep breath, repeating for the hundredth time that everything will go well. I waited on the next traffic light while nervously tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. I traveled to my first own exhibition. It sounded so unreal. Still, I couldn't believe that this is happening to me. For ten days I was able to prepare my first own exhibition. Of course, if it wasn't for Zayn unlikely this wouldn't happen. He was a true salvation, the support that I needed and it was really grateful for everything he did for me. We knew each other only for a month or so, and we felt really close. I felt that I could trust him all my secrets and I even slipped some of them, but I was able to stop. A few days ago, while discussing the decor for the exhibition, I almost told him everything that was happening. I was on the verge of telling him about Justin and things that happened in our family over the past few months. If his phone hadn't rang then, I knew I was going to confess everything to Zayn.
I sighed and lowered my eyes down, looking at my dirty white dress that I was wearing. The front was a completely plain dress, cutting underneath. Its accent was the back. I had phoned Maybelline and Alex two days ago to invite them to the show and then decided to go out and catch up on with them. The same day I toured the shops to find something suitable for the evening of the exhibition. The moment I saw it in the store, I knew it would be the dress I will wear tonight. It wasn't something overdressing, nor ordinary, and I thought it was tied to the exhibition perfectly.
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Over the past ten days I was so busy with everything around the exhibition that most of the time I wasn't home. Back to me, Justin every day came home on time. There wasn't a day in which he doesn't ask me where I was, and I just thought another lie as always. I didn't want him to know about the exhibition. I just didn't .. I don't even want him there and that was one of the reasons not to tell him, not to invite him. I wouldn't stand to see him there among all the paintings, most of which the inspiration was he himself. It would be too much, and I had no strength to do so. I had no strength for anything. I watched things go in the easiest possible way.
I parked the car near the gallery and got out of it. I took a deep breath and raised my eyes, which instantly caught the big inscription written on the screen hooked up to the entrance of the gallery.
"Resentment" was the title of the exhibition. I don't even know how I came up with this. Maybe it was partly inspired by Beyonce's song of the same name. I listened it a lot in the last ten days while choosing paintings for the exhibition. Finally, when Zayn asked me what I decided for the title it was the first thing that popped into my head.
I licked my lips and entered the gallery. Inside I found Zayn, and people who were also involved in organizing the exhibition. I greeted them.
"Enthusiastic much?" Asked Zayn and a huge smile shone on his face.
