I am so sorry that this has taken so long to get to you guys. My life has been really hectic lately (try adopting two new kids in the family.) Hopefully writing at least this chapter will help me get back on the schedule of writing. I hope you enjoy this long overdue chapter. Please R&R, thank you so much!
Disclaimer: I do not own the O.C. sigh
It had been over two hours.
Summer paced through the aisles looking at each of the colours closely and with sheer determination to pick the best colour. The man behind the counter grunted as she looked at a shade of red for the umpteenth time. Summer just shrugged off his look; of course he couldn't understand that picking a colour was one of the most important things she was doing in her life at this moment.
"What colour?" she thought. It didn't matter what a magazine told her was the right colour for the season or what would match her bed spreads. No, buying this paint was a healing method far beyond what any therapist could offer.
"I need to be happy. W hat's a happy colour?" She strolled passed the blues "No, to melancholy." Glanced at the browns "No way"
and with a painful look quickly passed the purples remembering her old bedroom. Then at the end of an array of reds and oranges she saw the colour she wanted. It was perfect, happy yet gentle. An arrow pointing her on the right path.
Yellow. A soft shade of yellow beckoned quietly to summer to pick it. In that moment Summer had a moment. One of those moments that come as quickly as they go but hit you hard. Hair frizzy from the rain and with mascara ruining Summer had a moment. This was the beginning. She had awoken from the sleep she had been occupying for months. She had finally stopped running.
The old man at the counter sighed happily as she approached the counter with a happy grin. He mumbled something under his breath but Summer didn't care at the moment.
Walking back to her apartment she once again looked at the happy people around her and for the first time in awhile felt like one of them.