Painting Keith

Painting Keith

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["life is just like painting. draw the lines with hope. erase the errors with tolerance. dip the brush with lost of patience. color it with love"] Keith Smith had always been the popular silent type. Sweet yet bitter. Silent yet talkative. But his silence has a story behind it. With parents who's fights could wake the entire neighbor hood and his moms newly made accident, how's he supposed to cope with life? Millie Miller. The girl who never talked. The girl who's beauty could shame even Aphrodite herself. But with a past beyond imaginability catching up to her, how is she supposed to cope with living? Kieth thought he had problems, but with a newly found attraction for one another turning into action for the worst of the better, he's about to learn what true pain is. What binds us isn't just what we have in common but what we go threw to get where we are in life.
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[UNEDITED STORY] "If you're like me, then when you fall...you fall hard, and its almost impossible to get back up." I admitted shamefully, refusing to meet his beautiful eyes. "Maybe the problem isn't about falling Lyla," he says softly, and his long fingers tilted my head upwards. My eyes met his intensely. "Its about who catches you when you fall." He declares... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Lyla Denver was known to be a 'Lightweight' to everyone she knows. Her presence never mattered, her influence to others were basically nonexistent. So, she stayed alone, in her comfort zone. All she had was herself and her countless set of painted art, which she sold to an art gallery in New York anonymously. That changed when Kyle Andrews, the heir to that particular art gallery found out her identity, packed his bags and barreled into her life, carrying way more than just 'lightweight' with him. All Rights Reserved. ©Copyright 2018

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