Blue//LRH

17) Masterpiece

               
Lyrics of the chapter: Colours- Halsey "you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece"

After about half an hour of looking at art, one of the business looking guys with a suit came up to me and Luke and we had a nice conversation about all of art displayed in the museum. He asked me what my thoughts about art were. I said it was fake. I believe it was fake.

"How on earth do you think that art is fake? It is the most beautiful thing in the world that no one can replace!" The man said looking very disappointed in my answer.

I needed to give evidence to my statement.

"Exactly. This world is full of people who copy, and hypocrites. Full of just a bunch of people trying to be something they're not. And yet they call all of us art. We are not art. We are just broken pieces of a masterpiece."

"If we are not art, how are we a masterpiece?"

"Art is something that you feel and it makes other people feel. A masterpiece makes people look beautiful. We're people. We feel. No matter how dark, we still feel. That's why we're all masterpieces, because no matter how you try to deny what you're feeling or everything around you or society and the way they think, we must take a step back and realize we are feeling yet we don't. We ignore it and if the feeling isn't there then how can you call it art? A lot of the times we aren't even feeling good things. We fear things, we feel hurt we feel devastated and just feel so broken down and lost and dark but people make it seem like their okay. What they call art nowadays is just masterpieces. Fake works of art."

This whole time Luke was just standing back watching me literally poor out my soul. So he finally spoke.

"Damn Jessy, who broke you so bad?!?!? I swear I can fix you!!!" He chucked afterward showing me his sarcasm. 

"No you can't. You can't fix what's already a work of art" I spoke proudly.

"That was amazing" the man spoke up.

"Pardon?"

"The way you spoke with so much passion and drive, I loved it!!! May I ask, how old you are?"

"Uhh, just turned 16."

"So your last year of high school is next year! Great! Why don't you come to London. We have amazing literature courses for you to take at Uni, it's something that will get you very far."

"Uh, sir, thank you but uh, I'll have to think about it, London is pretty far"

"Well please, give me a call a month before graduating next year." He says handing me a phone number.

"No" Luke looks at me before the man left.

"What?"

"I'm not staying in Australia while you're in London being Mrs Shakespeare."

"Luke you have to know I'm not going" I mean it when I say that but why wouldn't he be supportive? If it was something I wanted to do, he shouldn't be flat out telling me no.

"Good." He simply states taking my hand and waking out, noticing his mom left too.

During the rest of the day I was really quiet drowning in my own thoughts. Why did Luke think he can just tell me where to go to university. What made him think I really didn't want to do this for my career. Wouldn't he be proud? We haven't been together to even close to a long time, but I haven't felt this angry towards him. Ever. Not even as friends. I feel angry, sad,disappointed, upset. All the adjectives no one likes to be. A whirlwind of emotions is just flooded over me, I feel the heat rising to my face. I guess Luke was trying to get attention but I was to deep into my head to realize it, so he crouched down coming in eye contact with me, lips were slightly pouted due to feeling the vibes of me being upset. All of a sudden my red face goes down, all the angry in me turns soft, all my feeling being lifted back up. Those eyes, those were real art.

A/N
Things to keep an eye out for- the ending sentence won't make sense if you don't pay attention to the deep stuff. Not the type of chapter were there is fluff and you can just skip over it. Sorry it sucks!!!! Also not posting to frequent because literally no one is reading. Updates will be more frequent the more people will read. 😁😁