Unforgivable Sins

Chapter5

Look guys, I am SO sorry for not updating in like FOREVER, but I'll try to stay on top of things from now on. For those of you who haven't given up on me like I probably would have, I thank you, and you guys are true fans.

"Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love."

-George Eliot

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The thick black cloud soon faded, and I knew I had just traveled like a demon.

We were in a different room now. As I let go of Cameron's shirt, I took everything in slowly.

The room was very large and decorated with giant elegant glass windows. Snow calmly fell from the sky outside as the sun light lit the room. All around were bookshelves that went as high as the ceiling. The architect design was something like I had never seen before... it was almost... comforting. The floor was a very cleaned tiled texture and clicked with every step I took. But the thing that caught my eye was the single art easel sitting in the middle of the room waiting for my touch, practically begging for me to touch it.

Cameron suddenly appeared in front of the easel holding two paint brushes.

"Now, I know you're wearing a very beautiful dress, but, if things get a little messy, I can always help you take it off." He flirted with a quick wink. I laughed shaking my head taking a step close to him.

He handed me a brush and turned to the table that lay next to the easel that held all the paint and water we would need. I watched as he dipped his paintbrush into a white bucket of deep green paint. He quickly stroked the brush across the canvas with no hesitation.

He glanced back at me.

"Are you letting me paint a picture for you, or are you going to help make this a masterpiece?" He puzzled hinting at the clean brush in my hands. I smiled and dipped my brush into the orange.

"This is your idea of a date?" I asked grinning as I effortlessly painted a single heart in the top right corner of the canvas right above his green stroke.

"Romantic, isn't it?" He joked as I smirked. "How are you feeling now? A little better I hope?" He asked as we painted random strokes in unison. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes then back to the canvas.

"Yeah, thanks." I muttered remembering the real reason I'm here. To choose who will take my soul. So far, Cameron was winning.

"I know you're probably thinking I'm only acting this way towards you because I want your soul or whatever, but," He spoke making me look at him. "I'm not sure what it is about you yet... There's something in you that's drawing me near. I don't know... I probably sound like a fool right now." He laughed a little shaking his head as he painted. I wanted to smile because in a way, I kind of felt the same way.

"You don't sound like a fool," I eventually spoke when it was silent. I'm sure I was making him uncomfortable. He glanced down at me with a smirk.

"You wanna listen to some music or something?"

"Sure, what have you got?" I asked as we sat our brushes down. He walked us over to a record player and I almost laughed.

"What? Surely you haven't forgotten how properly old fashioned we are." He laughed as I smiled. I had sort of forgotten.

He picked up a record case that was sitting on the ground near the record player. I guess someone was already listening to it before we showed up. He pulled out the record and put it on the record player. He handed me the case so I could read it as he got the music situated. The cover was black and had a man on it. At the top in cursive read Charles Aznavour and something I assumed must have been French.