Being Us

Chapter Nine

"How are you guys?"

Grey asked Daniel.

"We're doing well. You don't have to worry."

"I'm going to worry as much as I want Danny. I know how bad she can be."

Daniel nodded.

"I know Grey."

"I know she can get terrifying but no matter how scared you are you know you can call me and I'll come to get you. All of you."

Daniel nodded again.

"I know Grey."

Daniels responses were so programmed he must have heard this spiel plenty. Grey stood and kept painting his canvas of the blue woman and the light. I walked up to him and his painting. He always makes sure to paint in a white t shirt. He likes the remains of paint to get on it.

"She's beautiful Greyson."

He smiled down at me.

"She's you Rina."

I looked harder and harder but couldn't see myself in her at all.

"No she's not."

I said making him smile at me.

"She isn't your image, she's everything you are inside."

I moved to the other side of the painting. Making a swoosh motion with my hands I explained to him what I see.

"You know how the water reflecting the moon looked last night at the bridge? She reminds me of that. The way they complemented each other so beautifully making it seem as though they were dancing together."

He smiled and smiled and smiled at me more and more wider and wider.

"I want to see things as you see things."

He said. I smiled up at him and walked over to the students. Daniel was making something not unlike Grey's painting. The colour scheme was more glowing red than greys and blues and his person was male.

"Seems to me you and Grey have the same style."

Daniel looked over at Grey's painting and smiled.

"I guess so yeah."

At the end of the day Grey brought me out for coffee. Technically I brought him out since I drove but hey... Who cares anyway?

"You still suck you know."

He smiled.

"I know."

"Close your eyes for a second."

I told him.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

He closed his eyes and I reached out to place my fingers on them making him smile.

"What are you doing?"

"I try my hardest to look at the good and I like to find the meaning of it. The question I ask most is not how? But why?"

I closed my eyes and let his go.

"Now you can see things as I see them. Look over at that woman in the blue. You see her?"

"Yes."

"What do you notice about her?"

"She's not happy."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe she just lost a son to guns and she feels lonely because her husband isn't around either."