Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"Space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid
to get too close"

—R o s e

Wandering around the museum alone, I took small steps trying to look at everything not wanting to miss a single artwork displayed.

To say that my mind didn't feel somehow still distracted and affected by Sophia's word was a lie. I didn't want her words getting to me, I didn't want to overthink wether what she said was correct or false.

Even though some of it did add up.

However, I choose to know what I want to know from Grayson personally. I choose to get to know him myself and feed on the words he himself tells me.

Her voice rung up constantly in my ears as a reminder— He's letting you in.

Getting frustrated from the non stop thoughts playing like a constant record, I decided to distract myself a bit.

The task was merely hard since I was alone with my thoughts. Grayson was still hold captive by her mother and due to the museum being pact, it was hard to spot them.

My mouth slightly parted as a painting met my sight from far—my eyesight being in complete amazement and satisfaction. Unconsciously, I found myself approaching it step by step.

And if it was even impossible, it looked better up close with all the minor details and carvings that made it stand out in a phenomenal way.

Whoever artist did this, they definitely nailed it and I mean of course they did or else it wouldn't be present in such a popular known museum like this, probably also costing my whole college intuition— if not more.

"You like it?" An unfamiliar husky sound waves voice interrupted my session making me glance back wanting to know who it belonged to.

A mysterious yet attractive young face bombard me. Brown eyes, curly hair flopping down messily, bushy eyebrows, built and in a very good shape.

"I love it actually." I sent him a toothless smile, earning a slight grin in return as he studied my features. "Same, it's one of the few paintings that immediately caught my eyes."

Pursuing his lips, he dragged on "But it definitely wasn't the only thing that caught my eyes" his tone came out flirtatious as we both still stood still in front of the painting

Feeling my cheeks heat up due to his words, I giggled slightly removing some strands of hair behind my earlobe. However, I wasn't really in the mood to flirt back, he was cute though.

"Now, what's a pretty lady like yourself doing here alone?" He raised his eyebrow in a questionable manner.

"She isn't alone"

Before having the chance to speak nor respond, I knew exactly who this voice belonged to. I've known it and memorized it like the back of my hand and it would be a lie to say it didn't affect me at times.

The guy being taken by surprise and me knowing damn well who am I gonna turn back to, we both averted our attention backwards. I was right.