An accident leads to something more. When Vincent leaves his book in the library accidentally, Kiera takes it upon her to leave a message inside it. We want to find freedom, we want to pursue passion, but we get lost. Our thoughts, pressures, and an...
"Art washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday life"- Pablo Picasso
After switching pairs about 243 times, 50 different postures in front mirror. Vincent settled his mind on the most unordinary outfit for the summer: A pair of thick jeans, A white shirt, A beige coat, and black boots.
He grabbed a coffee downstairs from the breakfast inn and left the hotel greeting every face he crossed with a bright smile "like the morning sunshine we see every day in Bibury" described the receptionist. He left early in the morning that morning to see the city. He'd driven for almost half an hour before he saw a legitimate sign of human existence, a town square, completely different from the busy streets and tightly packed stores in New York. As he walked down the streets, he passed by a couple of restaurants, a bakery, and a country bank. He abruptly stopped as he came across the place he needed to be at, the library.
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He opened the brow wooden doors as cold air conditioning invited him in he took a deep sigh. He slowly strided in, his black boots making loud noises for each step he made. After strolling through the isles and admiring the calm environment and aesthetic art pieces hanging around the walls. He made his way to the romance aisle. Not a lot of people were in the library and he assumed that everyone must have left prior to his entrance. As he walked, he noticed someone observing him at the back of his eye. He slightly turned around to see that it was someone behind the reception desk. He tried to make a subtle glance towards the person, but failed at the attempt. He shrugged and started to explore the books inside. When - "Oh dear god, i'm so sorry" a busy girl about the age of sixteen in her school uniform rushed past V dropping some of her books.
"'Into the Wild' an awesome book, the main character embarks on a very important journey, something we all should follow, a journey to find one's innate nature and self" Vincent explained with passion filling his eyes.
The girl stared at him for a few seconds, and blinked. A frown took upon her face and she slowly took the book from his hands. She left without a word or any sign of appreciation. Vincent shrugged his shoulders, and walked forward mumbling to himself "not my first time being ignored anyways" and left the bookstore, once again forgetting why he came there.
He was half way through his walk from the library when he sensed that he forgot his book.
"Shit" he mumbled under his breath. He looked down at his watch to notice that it was 6 and the library was probably closing. He mentally slapped himself for forgetting his book, sighed, and went back to the hotel hating his forgetfulness for the hundredth time, that week.
He reached his hotel and unlocked the door, when his phone rang. He groaned at the sound as he knew exactly who would call him at this ungodly hour
*Play song here*
"Yes father. Of course." Vincent sighed.
"Yes. I am meeting with Mr.Cohen tomorrow.
"No. not now" he said, getting a bit frustrated ."Alright, sure you're always right but let me have a moment to recollect please!" he ended the call and threw the phone on his bed rubbing his face and laid flat on the bed.The more he tried to stay away from things, the more they seemed to come back, with more intensity in their return.
"Business, business, business" that was what his father said. "Work before anything son!" was his motto. But Vincent would not understand that concept, all he wanted to do was put his happiness before anything and that was his main reason for this trip. But his father, being who he was, wanted him to go and secure a deal for him with Mr. Cohen.
In his own words: "Might as well get some work done, while you're there son. Find a purpose in everything" he said cheerfully and Vincent rolled his eyes at the memory. "No dad. I want to find a purpose for everything and I could do that if I was allowed to stand and breathe for a moment without you crowding my mind every second of every goddamn day" he mumbled to himself
Vincent sighed and pushed his stressful thoughts away. He closed his eyes tightly and tried forgetting all his responsibilities, all the pressure, the anxiety building up inside of him. So he decided to start painting.
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He sat in front of his canvas and hummed softly to the soft music that served as honey to his ears from his old vinyl. He started off painting the night sky, the stars reminded him of a well known saying often used by his professor back in New York, "Shoot for the moon, and you'll at least fall back on a star".
The motivation, positivity, and philosophy all sounded good to the ear, and it was that very optimism that brought him all the way here, over miles from home. Hours passed and all he had down was a plain dark blue background. He realized that it was pointless sitting there and staring at the canvas, so he decided to go on a nightly stroll. He exited his hotel room, nodding and smiling to everyone along the way and walked along a pathway that led to the river he had been observing since the night he got here. It was a beautiful sight to see, the sound of the trees swaying in the wind and the moonlight reflecting off the flowing river. He silently settled himself into a nearby bench, plugged his earphones in, when he saw two young lovers, hand in hand staring at each other's eyes full of love. He smiled, but the only thing he couldn't understand was love. The concept of how two individuals can so deeply connect and have the feeling of not being able to live without each other, when they had not known that person months or years before? He didn't understand what made it worth starting to love something that was destined to hurt? However much he may show love to others through his warm acts, he never felt it and, therefore, never understood it. Despite this, he felt the need to sketch the beautiful moment on this even more beautiful night. Just looking at them, somehow washed away the day's worries and gave him a ray of hope for the next day.
But then, his father's words came into his mind too. "You have to get your future settled in your career and then find love. Love could wait, but opportunities don't". He sighed and smiled one last time at his painting of the lovely couple and began to walk back.
"Maybe it might change tomorrow." he said to himself. "Maybe. Hopefully" he whispered as he walked away from the beautiful sight
