Maya looked down at the gold paintbrush in her hand. The bristles were now coated in paint as she held a palette in her other hand.
Maya Hart it read.
She grinned to herself and was glad she was alone in the art room of her high school.
Her eyes glanced back up at the paintings she had finished and it clicked in her mind.
She had painted shadows of a girl and a boy together at the park, at a coffee shop, on the phone, and in her bedroom.
It was unintentionally intentional. It wasn't a secret to her that she couldn't stop thinking about him. She liked him sure. Really liked him a lot.
Even so, those words didn't quite encapsulate what she was feeling as she stared back at the canvases.
So she scrunched up her nose and looked at them again, trying to find what they were worth, or what they were telling her.
The shadows together made her so happy that happy wasn't a strong enough word to use.
Frustration was evident on her face as she searched her brain for the answer. How did she feel about the painting? How did she feel about him? How did she feel about them together?
Maya dropped her palette on the floor with a soft thud. Her eyes widened and she quickly untied the apron around her body.
With the paintbrush in hand she fled the room, leaving behind the shadows.
The shadows were a way for her to hide, to keep secrets, and to deny what she was feeling so many times before. The flirting, the secret visits, the talks, and just seeing him smile was what made her day.
She loved him then, but she'd only admit that to herself.
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Always Deny, Never Admit
FanfictionThe expression on her face was one he thought had always been reserved for him. A look of admiration, trust, and pure giddiness. So he had to admit that it bothered him when he saw her with that priceless expression on her face, looking up at someon...
