Make Me Forget✔

T W E N T Y E I G H T

Song Of The Chapter: Secret Love Song- Little Mix ft. Jason Derulo

[NEXT MORNING]

Anastasia's POV_

"I have noticed that,
if you look carefully
at people's eyes,
the first five seconds
they look at you,
the truth of their feelings
will shine through,
just for an instance,
before it flickers away."
-Sue Monk Kidd

I had a pencil in my hand; nothing but a thin pencil that has been laying on my desk for a while now, and as I got ready for work, I couldn't help but follow my desire of filling that empty paper infront of me with a feature so common, yet so underrated.

I haven't doodled my thoughts for a while now, and I solely miss it.

Painting releases my stress, and it helps me see what my mind is currently full of.

Because I know my hand always ends up moving in the direction my feelings take it, and I never really have to put in any effort in coming up with the piece I'm trying to create, because even though I'm not the greatest, most biggest artist out there, I still got an artistic eye, and I've always hoped I could go deeper into this, but dancing needed more time than I expected, and I sort of drifted away from painting after I found my main passion for dancing.

I know most teenagers used to sketch on their desks during a boring math period, because I was one of those teens that held the biggest love for eyes.

So many stories could be told through a pair of eyes, and if I could draw one thing for the rest of my life, it would be the small details that nobody really notices until they look close.

And right now, my hand was forming a second eyebrow down the white paper with the only pair of blue eyes I've been thinking about ever since yesterday.

Those oceanic, calm, fierceful, powerful yet broken eyes that have been painted in my head for so long now, just like a song that you hate so much, but it still gets stuck in your head.

It's like a horror scene that you try not to see because you know you're not going be able to sleep after seeing it, yet you still choose to take a sneak peek through your fingers.

It's like something you know you shouldn't be doing, but your instincts take over you where your hand isn't even yours anymore, and as I put down what my thoughts have been evolving around all night, I knew my tears were going to fall to every beautiful feeling I've ever had making these crying eyes smile.

My tears dripping over the paper as I insisted on finishing the drawing till the very end, because I know when my mind goes wild through a passionate moment full of what I've always wanted to own, but I'm never telling.

I stopped for a second to wipe the silent tears against my cheeks, looking down at what was starting to look like Conor's eyes under my hands, and without thinking, I instantly removed my hands completely away from the desk, dropping my pencil to hold my face in my palms, not helping my tears fall anymore, in absolute pain that no matter how much I've tried escaping all of this, and just let everything out through a random action like drawing, I ended up drawing the eyes I've been trying to forget ever since he left the dancing school.

As I stared down at my creation, truly hurt because of how much I want to continue working on this, yet I can't.

I can't seem to be able to stop my tears as I looked at the piece of paper opposite to me, and I knew I needed to move.