"Come in darling, it's freezing outside!" The older woman said with a laugh.
You slowly walked in, all nervous, all shaky. You both walked into the living room and sat down. She offered you a cup of herbal tea, which you happily accepted. While she was in the kitchen you kept thinking about the topics you could discuss. You wanted to ask many questions. What her favourite colour was. How she liked her tea or coffee, or which one she preferred. But when you were around her you couldn't even make a sound, like you had no voice. You looked around you, curiously searching for anything that would catch your eye. You could see paintings, oils paintings as you guessed of landscapes. 'She must like art as well..', you thought to yourself. You could see her everywhere, not necessary photos of her or such, but in the style of the house. Very elegant and sophisticated, just like her. Then you noticed a photo from their wedding. It was bittersweet. Sweet, because she looked happy and beautiful, but bitter because you wished you were next to her. Even the thought of it made you angry, the thought that somebody dared to like her or even love her. 'What am I even thing..', you looked on your hands. She was married after all, probably happily, too. You only hoped that he treated her right, oh how could somebody not treat her like q queen after all? You were woken up from you daydreaming by the older woman walking in the living room with a smile.
"Tea is ready!"
You only smiled in reply and thanked. You took a sip of your liquid, that seemed gold dyed. It tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, just like life. She looked at you like she was waiting for you to say something.
"Hmm, it has a pleasant aroma and taste, as well. It tastes of lavender, as far as I can tell and a bit of honey." You looked up from your cup and could see her smiling from across you, shaking her head.
"Is there something you don't know, (Y/N)?"
Of course, there were things you had no idea about, things that confused you. Too many probably.
"Could I see your art, please?" She smiled.
"Yeah of course.." you replied while she was making her way to you. She sat down and smiled at you as you handed her some pieces of paper and a notebook.
You couldn't take your eyes off her as she was going through them. Looking at her was like looking at a piece of art. No, not the way you imagine. She wasn't a masterpiece - far from it, she was way more. She was not made of perfect swirling, perfect as most of us would think. The longer you watched her and studied her face, the more you started noticing the cracks in the paint, the black smears spread over distinct forms, the ripped edges that belonged to her as the stars belong to the moon. The battles she'd fought had left their marks but they did not make her less beautiful - no. They made her real. Looking at her was like looking at a piece of art. But it wasn't calming, not in the slightest. Because you were terrified that one day you'd be nothing but a girl she walked past in the street, a girl she wouldn't even glance at, another girl who'd only stop and stare to look at her.
She stopped at one of your drawings and looked up.
"Who is she?"
You smiled while looking away. "A girl a used to like... well, like a lot. Two or three years ago maybe."
"What happened to her?" She looked at you curiously.
"She left..." you looked down and took a big breath before lifting your head. "The things is that people always leave. Some of the don't say goodbye - they just leave, and you don't know why, and you can't ask. Or you do ask, they just don't give you a good enough answer. And of course, they have every right to leave, but you can't help wishing they hadn't. I used to... search for her in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars. I only wished for her. The only thing I have is the memories and this drawing.", you looked her in the eyes and smiled.
There was silence in the room. Not the awkward or uncomfortable one. You were looking at each other and were talking without words. Her eyes said more than words ever could.
"I.. I'm sorry I." She shook her head.
"Hey, it's okay. You really don't have to worry. I'm fine." You replied while placing your hand on hers.
She looked up with her lips parted.
