Honey- Brown Lies

Chapter 2

"I know it's hard, babe. but, sooner or late we have to come in terms with the reality. I'm here." Liz says looking at me intently.

"I'm fine." I tell her ignoring 'the talk'.

"After ghosting on us and locking yourself for months, you think everything is fine? who are you trying to fool, Devina" .

I close my eyes trying to keep my emotions in check as the memories of the accident take over. And I can't stop thinking about Al.

"If you are trying to tell me that...Al's de..dea..dd" I choke out as my throat constricts painfully. "I know... its just.." I look away blinking back my tears. 

Life feels so unfair. one day have everything you want and its a dream come true and the next day you are left with nothing. The harsh reality breaks me up cause dreams are something which are short-lived. something that is meant to end.

"Can we not talk about this. Please." I say, placing my hand atop of hers. "I know you will always be there for me, Liz. It's just that, I need to do this for myself. Alone." I say softly looking into her eyes.

"You're right, but its been 18 months, baby, we have to accept this  and  I want you to know we will never forget him, Devina, we loved him too, He will always be with us" Liz says smiling sadly, as our literature professor walks in signaling the end of our conversation.

So far the class seems boring, since its just the first day. Given that I hate introductions, I mean who doesn't. Given I am more of an introvert kind. 

The class went on as I zoned out staring outside the window. 

Being an adopted child in a wrong family, my high school and all was quite messy and my mind wanders to Al who was my safe abode back then. We grew up together, he lived two houses down our street and his warm eyes and understanding heart bonded us together. 

It feels like he is far away but after 3 months we can go on with our lives together. This doesn't feel real. I want to see him again. i wish I could see him again, gaze into those eyes gain. I wish our our dream to have lived a little more longer. I think looking at the bracelet on my wrist. I run my fingers over the engraved words.

The bell rings breaking my train of thoughts. I leave the class along with the crowd staring at the map. The hallway is busy with constant noise. Being unfamiliar with the premises I wander around.

"Hey" I hear a boy's voice from behind me and ignoring the trouble I keep going... "Hey, The girl in the hoodie." a strong hand on my shoulder stops me.

"Yes ?" I ask, turning around.

"I am Mark, want me to guide you around " he winks at me his strong demeanor changing into a playful one as he slings his arm on my shoulder.

"Thanks, but I'm fine." I say as all I sense is trouble on my radar.I turn my attention back to the map which was there in my hands seconds ago.

"Attitude gets you no where , honey. I was just being polite since it was your first day and  all...just wanted to give you a heads up on who's in charge here " he tells giving me a bold stare.

"You don't want to get in trouble or do you?" He whispers in a deep voice walking past me, giving me chills....He definitely radiates dark energy around him.

I put my headphones on and find way to the art class, heading inside to an empty seat by the window.

Taking out my art supplies and arranging them I mount the canvas on the stand ignoring the formality of greeting the one who takes the seat beside me.

Our art professor enters and starts with his introduction. Since, it's our first class he wants us to make art in our own style anything that's up in our minds lately.

Tuning in the music. Taking the brush in my hand, I test the bristles with the pad of my thumb. Its been a long time since I last touched paints.Arranging the essentials, I tie my apron. Mounting the canvas on the easel I sit across it. The blank canvas stares at me, closing my eyes I take a deep breath. 

Letting myself free I and start painting sky in the deep shades of violet and blues. Clashing clouds marring the sky with flashes of thunder around them .Among theses clouds a pair of bleeding honey-brown eyes, staring back at me.