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"I'm so happy I changed ." I said as we walked up to the graffiti/abstract Art Gallery, it was full of young adults wearing very causal attire. If I would have wore what I picked out I would have looked so out of place.
"In my opinion you look amazing in both outfits." Chris opened the door for me as I shyly walked through the door.
As soon as we enter Chris name was being called from left to right. Once more people realized who came in we were welcome with a round of applause, Chris bowed while I stood there puzzled. "Sorry for leaving you out a few details, this." he spread his arms out. "It's my Art Gallery opening," Chris smiled really proudly, I couldn't do anything but stand there shocked. He told me he was a web designer at this advertising firm so I knew he knows how to draw but said nothing about opening an art gallery. I was impressed.
"This is amazing, so you're still working at the firm?" I asked as we walked around and looked at the amazing pieces of art.
"Yeah, but that only pays rent. I've always wanted to do something else like a real aspiring artist. I got that job right out of college and at first I thought it was the dream job, but being able to create what I want without anyone telling me it doesn't fit for a certain collection is amazing. I've always talked about his with my wif-" He cut his own self off and just stopped talking, I was quite confused. I looked at him and he looked like someone just broke his heart.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I touched his arm.
He shook his head and his body tensed. "It's just...I promised my friends that I won't talk about her on our first date. I don't want to scare you away." he said with his head down.
"No it's okay, you can tell me I promise you won't run me away." I smiled but his head was still down.
"Promise?" He looked in my eyes and I was hypnotized. "I promise."
We went in his office, where it was silent like a library and sat on his couch face to face. he sighed then laid back on the couch.
"A year back I lost my Wife to the birth of our daughter, then three days later my daughter lungs gave up..." he stopped talking as my throat got tighter...
I was speechless, I can't imagine losing my Nami. There wouldn't be anything to live for, she's truly all I have. I touched his hand and the laid his hand on my shoulder as I rubbed his back. "I will never get to see her first walk." he sobbed.
It's been a while since I've seen a man cry and I couldn't help but cry with him, I feel his pain and I want him to know that. We were in this position for a while until we both stopped crying, after hearing what I did I felt very connected and the feelings for him has grown.
"I'm sorry for making you cry, it's just every time I think about my daughter I just feel broken. I don't feel like the man I am, she was only in my life for few days and then was taken away. I still can't believe it till this day." our hands were still intertwined but at this moment we really didn't care.
