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paint

     Painting has always been the one thing to always help my anxiety and depression at least a little bit. I could take the strongest pills and they still wouldn't work nearly as well as painting or drawing.

When I paint, it's as if I'm in a different world. Where I don't have to worry about me being in a loop hole of sadness. Where I don't have to worry about my surroundings and people laughing at me. It's just me and a paintbrush. I get to do whatever I want, and I don't have to worry about people judging it.

It's Monday, which means it's been about three days since I went to the bachelor party.

Three days since I've seen Maria.

Right as I got home I found the song she sang and I've been listening to it nonstop when I paint. It's almost like the lyrics are meant for me. Like it's a sign.

You know when you listen to a song so much that you can't stand to listen to it anymore? I could never relate to that with this song. The melody and the lyrics all remind me of her.

As I was finishing up the final touches on my painting; I realized I didn't have the right shade of red to use.

I literally have almost every shade in the universe, except the one I need right now.

And it wasn't as if I could just finish it later either. I'm the type of person that if I don't finish something I started now, then I'll never finish it later.

My whole body shuttered at the thought of having to go to the drug store to get some paint. Especially at 10:00 at night, when weird people start to show up in stores at this time.

Once I sat there for ten minutes contemplating whether I should go or not, I finally grab my keys on my kitchen table and head out of my house.

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As I walked in the small drug store, a wave of anxiety rushed to me, making me walk faster to the paint section; which was luckily hidden in the very back.

I took my time looking at the red hues, trying to see which one would look best with the sky in the background.

As I reached to grab what it looked like the right shade of red, I heard footsteps quickly come towards the paint section, making my breath hitch.

I glanced over to see who it was, and my eyebrows raised as I saw a girl with curly golden hair look at the yellow paints.

I couldn't see the front of her face, but I was sure it was Maria just by the look of her glowy skin and beautiful hair.

Turning back to the red paints, I continued to look closely at the color, but couldn't focus since the most beautiful girl I've laid eyes on was standing almost right behind me.

"Excuse me," I heard her say in my direction, causing me to slowly turn my head towards her.

Maria it was, standing right in front of me with a polite smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling from the ceiling lights above.

"I can't find the paintbrushes. I thought they would be were the paints were, but I guess I'm out of luck," she laughed lightly at her joke.

"It's right across from the board games," I pointed to my right, showing her the direction in which it was.

"Thank you so much. And you're Grayson aren't you? The guy from the bar I sang at."

My heart starting picking up pace, swimming in happiness that she remembered who I was and my name.