When It Comes To You [√] BOOK TWO

39

Harry

I dipped the paintbrush into the blue and added a few more streaks of blue on the background.

It was another one of my abstract paintings. This one represented Camila. Blue.

When I thought of Camila, the first colour that came to mind was blue. The colour of her top when I first met her; the colour of the waves on our first date; the colour of her dress at my birthday party.

Blue. It could represent the ocean: strong, violent yet calm and peaceful. It could represent sadness and the tears that she shed or it could represent a clear sky full of hope and endless possibilities.

All of that reminded me of Camila. As I painted, my mind took me to pleasant memories of the girl who had enchanted me.

The sound of her contagious laughter;  the sight of her stunning smile; the scent of her silky hair; the softness of her smooth skin.

Nothing had prepared me for Camila coming into my life. She had chased away the demons that plagued my soul with her demanding presence.

When she was around, my whole world made sense. No one could ever compare to her beauty because her beauty was more than just skin deep. It was beauty that touched the hearts of everyone she knew; beauty that could turn even the darkest soul pure.

I couldn't put what I felt for her into words because I wasn't sure what such joy and awe could be described as.

All I knew was that when I was around her, I felt complete. I felt as if I belonged and I never felt the need for more of anything as long as I had her.

A soft clicking sound broke my concentration. The sound wasn't that loud but I heard it. It was as if someone was taking a picture.

I turned my head towards the sound but there was nothing and nobody there. Again the sound of a camera flashing hit my ears.

This time the sound came from my left. The pot plant. My head whipped around and I caught a glimpse of black metal disappear behind the leaves. A camera.

I stood up to investigate but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find any sign of a camera or a person.

Figuring I'd just imagined it, I went back to my painting.