Behind The Art

His eyes stayed on the painting for some time. More like he was interrogating the poor art. Like he was criticizing it.

In my defense, I spoke up.

"I did it a long time ago, it's probably not my best."

He removed his eyes from the painting and looked at me, his eyes doubting my words.

"No, Summer. It's beautiful." He finally said, looking at me from head to toe as if he was trying to understand something. His eyes finally stopped trailing and as if he had unlocked a level in an arcade game, he said, "but there is something behind your artworks."

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Author of :
'Sitting on two ends'

Second WattPad book.

{STILL UNDER EDITING AND CORRECTIONS}

Read at your own risk.

June 28, 2016-