Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Song: Picture Perfect- Lindsey Ray
I turn the page, expecting to see pictures of her friends and surroundings but am stunned by the realism and beauty of the images I'm met with. They tell a story of a boy viewed from afar, playing baseball with his friends every lunchtime. The pictures evolve from faint, hazy sketches to detailed coloured portraits as the artist becomes more familiar with the subject. All of them are perfect and heartfelt and I'm sinking into her love. Every step I take towards her pushes me deeper, the building up of pressure forcing me to fall quicker and quicker. I hope I don't meet the bottom soon because I've just begun to appreciate falling.
Only when I reach the back cardboard cover do I look away from the beauty within the pages to the beauty in the room. The way she has captured each image has left me stunned, a visual imprint of wonder resonates in my brain. She takes from her world nothing but memories, some thrown onto the paper in perfect disarray, creating a masterpiece of colour and emotion and others painstakingly realistic, beautiful in their perfection. I am truly in awe of Bella. I'm speechless, incoherent and all I can do is smile at her. She understands.
"I'm glad you like them," she says, letting out a long held breath. I breathe out with her, slowly regaining coherence as the comprehension of her talent sinks in.
"Truly, I do," I reply a beat late. Noticing my hesitation, she frowns and I reach for her hand, trying to convey that I really do love her talent. She seems to understand, for she reaches for my hand and pulls me into a tight hug. It's short and fantastic and I can't help but want more.
Unfortunately, my phone vibrates in my pocket, causing the intimacy to be lost with its low thrumming. I indicate an apology to Bella and excuse myself for a minute.
Enjoy xxx :)