Augustine *continued*

Chapter five

'i'm starting to see things in color more. Perhaps from certain people or maybe the bit of hope in the black pit of my heart. I'm starting to realize there is more to life than just blank canvases and empty towns. it was more yellows and greens; it was kids laughing in the local park and most of all, it was love coming from those who gave it out, only for those to give back.' 

Augustine sat in her little studio she made for her photography; writing in her journal with a soft smile on her face. Her window was wide open, letting a soft shivering breeze tickle her ankles and gently blow over the photos she had set on the line hanging up to dry; shaking them softly. 

Her feet had met the ground before she made her way over to the one photo that stood out the most to her. Harper and Augustine were out one day at the pool when they both decided to move away to college only to find out tragic news that caused Augustine to change and after that, she was truly thankful for Harper to be here. Augustine had dropped any thought of going to college after the traumatic news. 

Taking the photo down from the line;  she slid it into her white envelope as smoothly as she could before setting it down. Deciding it was enough to be within her house that was indeed need of a fresh coat of paint, she made her way to the local Lowes. 

The brunette had thrown on a red short-sleeved knitted blouse with a Lena print velvet mini skirt along with Maje leather jacket, pairing the outfit with her best friend's Rhinestone Ankle snow boots that looked more to be neat combat. Pulling her jacket closer to her as she walked the aisle of the paint section with a curious thought of what her bedroom should be. 

Although she was stopped by the tall brunette who himself was picking paint out with a slight brooding expression, almost as if he didn't want to be here. Actually, he definitely didn't want ot be here. Standing next to him, she grabbed a Lemon Chiffon color before glancing over at him. "Not a big fan of picking paint?" Augustine asked him with a small smile tugging at her unusual happy face. 

He shook his head and just grabbed a nasty green color, causing her to make a face. "Uh, perhaps go for the Beige color. It suits any room truthfully." 

With that, she made her way out after buying the can of paint, although not before stopping by the small beach nearby; spotting the sunset with a wide grin on her face. Finally feeling somewhat at peace along with the fear it'll go away.

'sometimes you have to take risks and chances in order for yourself to be happy and if it doesn't work in the end, you just have to make it work. While like the rest of the world will be against you and sometimes you have to ignore them because your happiness matters more than theirs does. So get angry, get glad or just live your life the way you want to live it.'

Her hand let go of the bucket, hearing it softly clank on the cement before closing her eyes at the thought of what it will be like in a few years. Perhaps maybe she'll find the real her, and never give up again. Or maybe she'll just cause more Chaos in people's life.

The phone rang, sparking her attention and she quickly pulled it out, realizing it was her mom. "Hello?" Her confused tone came out before she knew it her mother was asking her if she wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow and instantly the moody Augustine was back out. The classic Claire eye roll and the bummed aura. Clearing her throat, she denied instantly; hanging up only for Harper to call her. 

"You said no to your mom? What the heck, Augustine? She's trying to apologize for leaving you all those years―" Augustine had cut her best friend off with a small laugh. "Harper, you and I both know that woman only cares about money and other things. I'd rather just be surrounded by you and Josh. You guys are the only people after that I truly care about." She said while picking up the paint bucket; making her way back home.

The moment she stepped through the door, Harper was there with a brooding expression on her face. "You hang up on me again and I'll make sure you never eat Taco Bell again." She said, trying to be serious but because she was so small and short, Augustine snickered with a shake of her head. "Of course, Short stack. Now let's go paint the boring room known as my bedroom." 

Harper stood staring at the back of her best friend as she made her way up the stairs with an even more concerning face. Augustine was acting completely strange and Harper didn't know how or what changed her. Wiping off the concerned look; she decided to just to happily skip behind Augustine up into her bedroom; watching the taller brunette get the supplies out to paint.

Perhaps maybe the universe was working with the odds that Augustine Claire could change and maybe she could become something other than her current state now.