A/N: Hey everyone! I know it has been forever, and I'm sorry. My life has been so extremely busy. I'm in band, and we're recording in July and we have been super busy practicing and preparing. I also have a lot going on in my life right now, most of it amazing, some not so good. I will be updating this story as often as I can, which hopefully will be quite often. I feel my writing bug coming back, and I hope that makes you guys happy:)
Ginny snorted sarcastically, turned on her heel, and walked back into her room.
This is going to be an interesting vacation.
Chapter Three: Always In The Back Of My Mind
The next morning Ginny awoke, sunlight streaming into the room and into her sore eyes. After their untimely interruption, Ginny and Elliot had spent the whole night making love. It had been amazing, sweet and passionate all at once. Afterwards she had lain in bed thinking about how lucky she was. And she really was very lucky.
Slowly, Ginny stirred around in bed, so as not to wake Elliot. She then proceeded to tip toe over to the bathroom and grab her robe. With that, Ginny quietly exited the room, and went in search of coffee. She soon found it downstairs, in the cozy breakfast room located off of the lobby. She was completely alone, and figured it was earlier than she had thought. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows in the lovely and intimate room, and warmed Ginny's face. After drinking two cups of coffee, and contemplating her situation for a bit, she decided to return to her room. Ginny hoped Elliot would be awake, for all she wanted to do was get outside and explore the world around her.
Sadly, when Ginny entered her room, Elliot had gone. But he had left an extremely sweet note telling her not to worry he would be back soon. Mollified, Ginny flopped onto her luxurious bed. What was a married girl who was currently missing her husband to do? Outside, the sun was had risen high in the clear blue sky. A cool breeze blew through the open door that led to the balcony. Everything was green and in bloom. It was a perfect day to venture outside. So Ginny did. Throwing on shorts and a tee shirt, Ginny quickly exited her room.
Before she had even made it through the main doors, she ran into someone she had definitely not wanted to. Literally.
"Oh my gosh!" Mia exclaimed dramatically.
Ginny had knocked her to the ground, and had then proceeded to start laughing as discreetly as she could.
"Whoops, my mistake." She replied as she breezed past a stunned Mia.
Ginny hoped desperately that she had gotten her Mia encounter over for the day. Rolling her eyes, she continued on through the gates, and into the city. Everything was bustling with activity. People walked down the streets, chatting loudly with companions in Italian. Ginny admired the beautiful language for a moment and then began noticing other things. Small mopeds rode through the narrow streets, some tourists and some deliverymen. Multitudes of individuals sat eating in quaint restaurants, dining on authentic food. There were hundreds of things to observe, and Ginny was overwhelmed. Suddenly, she saw something that made her stop.
A small shop sat on the corner of the street, looking very inviting indeed. It was an art supplies boutique and Ginny walked in without hesitation. Immediately, the smell of paint filled her nose. She breathed deeper loving the smell. It was cramped inside, but neatly arranged. Paints, acrylics, pencils and everything else she could think of were displayed. Beautifully white canvases sat in one corner, calling to her. Finally unable to stand it any longer, she began to brush her fingers against every little thing. The feeling of the sable brushes against her hand brought back so many memories. She gently ran one over her cheek remembering. No one knew she painted, except Harry. Ginny felt something catch in her throat, and not liking the feeling, she immediately set down the brush.
After milling around for an hour or so, Ginny made her selections. She bought several exquisite sable brushes and selected paint colors in bottle green, cobalt violet, crimson, azurite, and oceanic blue, which reminded her of Elliot's eyes. After arguing with herself, she threw in a few more paint colors. Satisfied and ecstatic, Ginny exited the shop, smiling all the way back to the hotel.
When she got back to suite, Elliot had still not returned. Sighing, she walked out to her balcony. Pulling up a chair, Ginny quickly set to work. Her easel was set up in less than a minute, canvas ready. Then she was emptying colors onto her palette and picking up the brushes. Ginny closed her eyes and let her hand do the work.
She sat there for hours, eyes closed, the breeze playing in her hair. A face began to form on the page, then eyes, then a nose, and finally lips. Ginny drew from her heart, not knowing what would await her when she opened her eyes. Colors swirled on the page, filling in this iris and that hair. Ginny's lips pursed in concentration, her hand continued to delicately caress the canvas as she worked. And then she was done, opening her eyes.
Ginny gasped in shock. Messy black hair was strewn across the canvas, along with a pair of emerald green eyes that watched her, mocking her. She had drawn Harry.
A/N: Yes, I know this is quite a short chapter, and for good reason. I wanted to see if I could write again, and I wanted to end it where I stopped. If I get a good response, then I hopefully will be writing longer chapters that have more going on. This was just kind of a test run. But needless to say, I hope you liked it. Looks like in the back of her mind, Ginny's still thinking of Harry. This is a repost, because I accidentally put Jason instead of Elliot on the original because I was reading my lovely friend Sede's story. Haha.