Tomoyo you have gone extremely mad. Those were the exact words I said to
myself when I decided to come here. Those were the exact words I used as an
excuse for everything. Completely everything. Don't get me wrong, I really
love it here in this small town, it's calm, peaceful, and the people are
really great, but sometimes I just miss the aura that comes from a big
city, the honking cars, the tall buildings, and especially the faces of the
people I used to see everyday. Well, that last one can happen here too,
definitely.
But life here is very traditional. Everyday I wake up around 8, shower, get dressed, meet Eriol and Rob at the lobby, and together we all go to the coffee house. We always have the same type/kind of coffee and the only thing that changes is our topic conversations. Then we all go off to do our afternoon duties and go to the bar at night. Actually, if you think about it, this lifestyle is really blissful, but, well.I don't know. I just want to do something different once in a while. I guess I'm too used to being behind a desk and eating aspirin.
But today, I'm going to find something different to do. I'm actually go explore this small town. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna discover something completely unexpected. I actually left the coffee house a little earlier than usual today just for this. I'm really wondering to myself what I'm really expecting to find to myself, am I thinking that I'm gonna find buried treasure or solve a small town mystery? No. I think I'm expecting something more surprising something that would interest me personally. Wow, I sound like a desperate reporter.
"Miss Tomoyo!" a voice called to me, "Wait up!"
"Huh?" Confused, I turn around, "AH! Selina!" Selina has jet black pig tailed hair and pale white skin, she is actually an adopted child of the florist nearby, I actually met her while buying white tulips for my apartment.
Selina giggled slightly, "What are you doing here Miss Tomoyo?" she asked as I was walking with her down the street.
"I'm exploring the town today!" I say smiling, "How about you?"
"Exploring?!" She jumped, "COOL!! I wanna go with you, but I have to help mommy out at the store today!"
"It's alright Selina," I giggled, "I can go by myself, I'm a grown woman after all."
Selina nodded, "You should visit the art gallery though!"
"There's an art gallery!?"
"Yup. It's just a block away from here, you must look at Eriol's paintings!" she said smiling, "They're beautiful!"
Eriol paints? Since when?! But then again.I never really knew what his occupation was.do I? I must see this, this is definitely what I was thinking of when I wanted something interesting. Wow. Alright, no more reporter attitude ;"Thanks Selina! See you later ok?" I said as I waved to her leaving. Eriol and artist? I would've never guessed.
From my whole walk to the art gallery, all I could think of was what kind of paintings he did. Personally I would think it would be of naked women but if that was so Selina wouldn't have saw it. Landscapes would've been to boring for him, it's probably one of those modern type arts. He looks like a modern arts type of guy.
The gallery wasn't what I would expect. The outside looked like a run down antique shop with wooden frames surrounding the large windows, but when I opened the door, it was definitely different. It was like many art galleries with irregular angled walls paneled white, and the paintings were separated by style. There were many beautiful paintings but yes, one did catch my eye, and yes it did happen to be Eriol's. All of his paintings were beautiful, they were vivid and every stroke had meaning. But then again, I was somewhat right, Eriol drew women, wait and one man. Ahem, no I'm, not implying in that way, it was gorgeous. Actually the women he drew were actually the same person. She had red-brown straight hair with a little wave on the top, her face was small, and her eyes were like crystal, it's amazing how much I could depict from a painting. Eriol's good. There were numerous paintings of this woman doing various things, my favorite of her was when she was facing her mirror putting on earrings. It showed such elegance in femininity.
I kept on glancing back at each painting trying to find the identity of this beautiful lady, but in all the paintings she was in, there was nothing to tell her identity. There was actually another painting there that caught my eye. It was a painting with man holding someone's hand but that someone isn't there. The figure for the other person wasn't there, just the man with his hand stuck out and a smile on his face. When I saw it, I instantly recognized who it was. It was Eriol. It had to be. He had the slick blue wispy hair, and the thin rimmed glasses, and that smile had to belong to him. Eriol always had a infamous smile.
I guess all this sparks something in me. I'm intrigued. Just something about it, makes me feel heartfelt? I'm actually debating whether or not I should confront him about it. It's weird because, I want to help him, I feel this connection between us and its definitely not lust. Definitely not. Well, maybe a little.
Alright I'm not falling for Eriol. I'm just compelled by him. He's a person that everyone is attracted to. It's amazing actually how your mind can make you believe things. Sometimes you think you like someone when you really don't, or you strangely attracted to someone. That's why its always better to listen to your heart not your head. Just don't let it get the best of you. Sounds simple enough, doesn't it? Ah, I should take my own advice. "Tomoyo? What are you doing here?" someone said with my back facing them, "Eriol!?" I jumped, that was definitely unexpected. Very unexpected. "Er.I decided to go exploring today-" I began stiffly
"Exploring huh?" he smirked, "It's more like you're my professional stalker." Eriol laughed as he pointed to me standing in front of his numerous paintings.
I sighed, "I'm definitely not stalking you. I just went exploring and just so happened to see your paintings in this unexpected art gallery in the middle of nowhere." I could tell my face was extremely red, "You would've like it if I was stalking you wouldn't you?"
Eriol laughed as he put down his things, one of which was an art briefcase, those wooden ones with oil paints inside, "Alright you aren't stalking me, but now I'm guessing you want to know about this hobby of mine right?"
Damn it! Why does he always know these things?! "You caught me," I said tucking my hair behind my ear, "I really really want to know."
"You know it was said that curiosity killed the cat." He said grabbing two chairs, "Stop with your cheesy clichés, you owe me anyway, you do know that don't you?"
"Oh do I?" he said crossing his legs, "What for my I ask?"
"For looking into MY life," I said feeling some level of superiority
He smirked. Again. "Alright, I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone, especially Rob and Sue."
I expected as much. It wasn't as if I had some idea where he was from either. He was definitely a big city man in a small town, like me, except for the man thing. But yea, I actually seen Eriol before, he dated a very famous author named Kaho, who in the end-married his father, the leader of a large gang in Japan, and a ruthless business man, named Kai.
Isn't it amazing how these things come to you last minute?
But life here is very traditional. Everyday I wake up around 8, shower, get dressed, meet Eriol and Rob at the lobby, and together we all go to the coffee house. We always have the same type/kind of coffee and the only thing that changes is our topic conversations. Then we all go off to do our afternoon duties and go to the bar at night. Actually, if you think about it, this lifestyle is really blissful, but, well.I don't know. I just want to do something different once in a while. I guess I'm too used to being behind a desk and eating aspirin.
But today, I'm going to find something different to do. I'm actually go explore this small town. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna discover something completely unexpected. I actually left the coffee house a little earlier than usual today just for this. I'm really wondering to myself what I'm really expecting to find to myself, am I thinking that I'm gonna find buried treasure or solve a small town mystery? No. I think I'm expecting something more surprising something that would interest me personally. Wow, I sound like a desperate reporter.
"Miss Tomoyo!" a voice called to me, "Wait up!"
"Huh?" Confused, I turn around, "AH! Selina!" Selina has jet black pig tailed hair and pale white skin, she is actually an adopted child of the florist nearby, I actually met her while buying white tulips for my apartment.
Selina giggled slightly, "What are you doing here Miss Tomoyo?" she asked as I was walking with her down the street.
"I'm exploring the town today!" I say smiling, "How about you?"
"Exploring?!" She jumped, "COOL!! I wanna go with you, but I have to help mommy out at the store today!"
"It's alright Selina," I giggled, "I can go by myself, I'm a grown woman after all."
Selina nodded, "You should visit the art gallery though!"
"There's an art gallery!?"
"Yup. It's just a block away from here, you must look at Eriol's paintings!" she said smiling, "They're beautiful!"
Eriol paints? Since when?! But then again.I never really knew what his occupation was.do I? I must see this, this is definitely what I was thinking of when I wanted something interesting. Wow. Alright, no more reporter attitude ;"Thanks Selina! See you later ok?" I said as I waved to her leaving. Eriol and artist? I would've never guessed.
From my whole walk to the art gallery, all I could think of was what kind of paintings he did. Personally I would think it would be of naked women but if that was so Selina wouldn't have saw it. Landscapes would've been to boring for him, it's probably one of those modern type arts. He looks like a modern arts type of guy.
The gallery wasn't what I would expect. The outside looked like a run down antique shop with wooden frames surrounding the large windows, but when I opened the door, it was definitely different. It was like many art galleries with irregular angled walls paneled white, and the paintings were separated by style. There were many beautiful paintings but yes, one did catch my eye, and yes it did happen to be Eriol's. All of his paintings were beautiful, they were vivid and every stroke had meaning. But then again, I was somewhat right, Eriol drew women, wait and one man. Ahem, no I'm, not implying in that way, it was gorgeous. Actually the women he drew were actually the same person. She had red-brown straight hair with a little wave on the top, her face was small, and her eyes were like crystal, it's amazing how much I could depict from a painting. Eriol's good. There were numerous paintings of this woman doing various things, my favorite of her was when she was facing her mirror putting on earrings. It showed such elegance in femininity.
I kept on glancing back at each painting trying to find the identity of this beautiful lady, but in all the paintings she was in, there was nothing to tell her identity. There was actually another painting there that caught my eye. It was a painting with man holding someone's hand but that someone isn't there. The figure for the other person wasn't there, just the man with his hand stuck out and a smile on his face. When I saw it, I instantly recognized who it was. It was Eriol. It had to be. He had the slick blue wispy hair, and the thin rimmed glasses, and that smile had to belong to him. Eriol always had a infamous smile.
I guess all this sparks something in me. I'm intrigued. Just something about it, makes me feel heartfelt? I'm actually debating whether or not I should confront him about it. It's weird because, I want to help him, I feel this connection between us and its definitely not lust. Definitely not. Well, maybe a little.
Alright I'm not falling for Eriol. I'm just compelled by him. He's a person that everyone is attracted to. It's amazing actually how your mind can make you believe things. Sometimes you think you like someone when you really don't, or you strangely attracted to someone. That's why its always better to listen to your heart not your head. Just don't let it get the best of you. Sounds simple enough, doesn't it? Ah, I should take my own advice. "Tomoyo? What are you doing here?" someone said with my back facing them, "Eriol!?" I jumped, that was definitely unexpected. Very unexpected. "Er.I decided to go exploring today-" I began stiffly
"Exploring huh?" he smirked, "It's more like you're my professional stalker." Eriol laughed as he pointed to me standing in front of his numerous paintings.
I sighed, "I'm definitely not stalking you. I just went exploring and just so happened to see your paintings in this unexpected art gallery in the middle of nowhere." I could tell my face was extremely red, "You would've like it if I was stalking you wouldn't you?"
Eriol laughed as he put down his things, one of which was an art briefcase, those wooden ones with oil paints inside, "Alright you aren't stalking me, but now I'm guessing you want to know about this hobby of mine right?"
Damn it! Why does he always know these things?! "You caught me," I said tucking my hair behind my ear, "I really really want to know."
"You know it was said that curiosity killed the cat." He said grabbing two chairs, "Stop with your cheesy clichés, you owe me anyway, you do know that don't you?"
"Oh do I?" he said crossing his legs, "What for my I ask?"
"For looking into MY life," I said feeling some level of superiority
He smirked. Again. "Alright, I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone, especially Rob and Sue."
I expected as much. It wasn't as if I had some idea where he was from either. He was definitely a big city man in a small town, like me, except for the man thing. But yea, I actually seen Eriol before, he dated a very famous author named Kaho, who in the end-married his father, the leader of a large gang in Japan, and a ruthless business man, named Kai.
Isn't it amazing how these things come to you last minute?