Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Twenty Five.

Chapter Twenty Five.

You know those moments when you think what you're doing is right and the actions of what you're doing can be beneficial to you. You believe you're doing good even when you aren't. 

Sometimes I spend hours thinking about what I could do differently each day. I always say to myself that I shouldn't do anything out of my own normal standard because of it. 

There's many rules that I live by now. I was the type of person who took chances, that lived life to the highest and try to not let others run my life. I took control over who I was and what I did, and the main rule I lived by is not judge others. I wish I did with Elijah Stevenson...

My mother said to never criticize what you can't understand. Don't judge a book by it's cover, because you might miss out on a nice chance.  Just like bursts of life on a canvas, the colors can portray so many wonderful things you can't understand. Just because you don't risk a glance at the warm colors and cool colors, the paintings of someone's life can go away. 

Elijah's colors were the warm that sent fire down your spine and kept it there until he would leave your life. He had no idea he had that much impact on you but instead he acted as if his colors vibrantly expose your true self in so many ways. 

For so long I took what he thought of himself and made myself think of him differently. He thought he was terrible. The devil himself, yet he still did the actions of an angel every once in awhile. When his eyes met mine and his colors of fiery warmth touched me, it made me realized what I had for him was undeniable. 

I loved him. Loved. 

How could I possibly love him again after all of this time. After the shit he put me through and what he put through himself. For so long he probably suffered himself with his own inequities. 

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When i walk into the Starbucks the scent of freshly baked bagels and cookies fill my nose. I hardly come in here but when I do I usually have my laptop and ready to get down to business. After thirty minutes of that, I usually do get up and buy a coffee or a water bottle so it doesn't seem like I am loitering to much.

I put my bag down onto a table that has an outlet next to it. I remove my Mac Pro and plug it in. I put my phone down onto the table and grab my wallet. After doing the math I know what I should get and grab my card so I am ready by the time I'm to the counter. 

I stand in the line for a moment or two before I feel a shiver up and down my spine. He is in here. After I didn't think he would be, he showed up. 

I turn around and prepare for the worse but instead I have hands snake around my waist, "hey beautiful," Mason says and then kisses my cheek. "how did it end up? Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here?" I look at him surprised. 

"Come on you know this is my turf too. Although I barely see you in here," he takes his hands away from my waist and I go up as the line shifts. 

"Yeah I have some work to do. I officially got the new job I told you about a few months ago."

His face reveals sincere excitement and then he raises his eyebrows to cause even more of an effect, "that's honestly amazing. I knew you would get it."

I don't know why he is so supportive but I am not complaining as Mason doesn't seem like the type of person to be supportive over everyone else. He seems so vulgar and repulsive in a polite way. Which in so many other circumstances it would be considered an oxymoron.