The Painting

The Painting

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Isabel was an art student, whose painting talent was something that many would argue was greater than Van Gohs'. With a bright future ahead of her she met the always eccentric, Jason, who was an amazing poet in his own right. They fell in love and were, within days of meeting, dating. Weeks became months and months became two years...Isabel and Jason were world-renowned at the age of 21 for there various skills. However, on February 16 Jason passed away after secretly battling brain cancer for 4 years. Dragged into depression Isabel spends her days painting and never lets anyone see her work replying, "It isn't finished yet." Five years after his death she now lives in a secluded cabin still trying to finish the painting, but never actually succeding. Her friends and family have even deserted her believing Isabel to be lost in her depression. One day her secluded life is shaken when a young man bursts through her door and suddenly collapses. What will happen now?
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"Wait!" She yanked at her arm, but he just tightened his grip and stepped closer to her. "You...? You're the girl from last night?" Even though she had already acted guilty, she still attempted to maintain a straight and innocent face. "What girl? What are you talking about?" He paused for a second, his eyes roaming her face with such intensity that she squirmed and blushed under his piercing gaze. "You're lying," he decided with narrowed eyes. She finally ripped her arm from his grasp and growled, "What's it matter to you, anyway?" He didn't seem to have an answer for that, and his hand immediately sought out the back of his neck in sheepish unease. "I...Look I didn't mean to scare you away last night," he finally settled on. He dropped his raised arm, and shoved both of his hands deep in his jean pockets. She couldn't help but notice that a slight tinge of red covered his high cheekbones. Beverly crossed her arms, and replied, "You didn't." "Well then why'd you run?" **** Sometimes he can't sleep. Sometimes she paints the town. On the one night that Beverly Banks and Landon Ford bump into each other, they realize that they don't always have to wander the 2 AM streets alone. Sometimes they like to have company. Sometimes they hold hands under the glow of flickering lampposts. Sometimes they cling to each other. Sometimes their love is so vibrant, even the walls color. Three-shot.

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