my breath was in separate intervals as i slouched on my knee while my face heated up not only from the escaping i just did, but from the stares i was receiving from the bystanders. embarrassed, i sat down on a bench nearby and put my hoodie over my head.
what was that? you were so chill in there. why are you freaking out now?
after my breathing regularized, i dropped my hood and looked up, the sky, clouds changing into a slight gray, not knowing if they wanted to cry or not.
sighing, i took out my camera from my backpack and turned it on. i flipped through the images, deleting the blurry ones. and as i went through, i stopped at an image. rihanna was staring directly into my eyes as she held herself from behind and tilted her head to the side, eyes towards the looker. it was glorious and my eyes weren't able to move away from it.
that was until a teardrop fell onto my camera scree. but before i could wipe it away, i thumb stopped on her face. my head tilted into confusion as my eyes slowly widened.
i've got the next idea.
YOU ARE READING
french girls | discontinued
Short Story❝-paint me like one of your french girls.❞ - where a bored college student interrupts an art class for the fun of it. [ @2seoks story idea ]
