𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

you look like art - g.d

i didn't originally write this for this book, or for anyone, actually, but i just needed an excuse to put this on here... anyway i can just see grayson in this situation. he would look all sophisticated and elegant ugh okay i have to stop fantasizing about him! but this really is my favorite aesthetic, it's so elegant and beautiful and peaceful even though i act like a crackhead oh well! fyi i change my aesthetic every week so this is this weeks vibe stay with me guys ✿.✿

345 words
first person

i was in an art gallery.

it was a warm spring afternoon.

the midday sun bounced off of the white marble floors and crème walls of the building.

my white sundress sat comfortably on my faint curves, and my brown sandals hugged my toes.

a daisy sat on top of my ear, holding my hair back.

i was starring at a beautiful painting of clouds, with sun shining on them, making them look gold and yellow against a dark sky. it was my favorite painting. it made me feel some type of way.

"beautiful, isn't it?"

i turn to see a man, who looked around my age.

his white button down shirt fit loosely around his muscular figure, but complimenting his, distinct, warm skin tone. some of the top buttons were undone, enough for me to see his chest. his hands were in the pockets of his brown dress pants and he stood up straight, almost confidently.

his hazel eyes were so focused on the artwork.

"yeah. it... really is something."

i turn my attention back to the art only to feel his eyes on me.

"so... do you come here often?"

small talk-

it was nice.

"almost every weekend, to be specific."

i watch as he nods and looks back at the painting.

we sit in silence.

the only noises keeping me from going insane were la vie en rose by louis armstrong softly echoing against the glossy wood floors of the gallery and birds chirping from outside.

"i like your dress. you look really beautiful in it."

i look over at him and see him smiling.

"thank you. you look good too."

we both blush and break eye contact.

"do you want to meet up at the film festival tomorrow night?"

"...i have an extra ticket."

i watch his every move as he turns to face me and pulls out a piece of paper.

i nod and take the slip.

our fingers barely make contact, yet i felt a sort of shock run through my veins.

"thanks, i'm looking forward to it. i guess i'll see you tomorrow night, then."

we exchange quick glances and smiles and i walk out, clutching the ticket in my hand.

𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬