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On my fifteenth birthday,
I try painting again.
I haven't done it in a year,
And Acelan is in the room with me.
Smiling and humming as I draw—
I haven't been this happy in so long.
And I don't pay attention until the
art is finished.
And even then, Acelan gets the first
Look.
He smiles pleasantly,
Such a different reaction than me;
I gasp.
Dancers.
Too many on one dias, swirling melos
And bodies.
Dancing is passionate
But this painting reeks of sadness
That bleeds throughout the dark clothing and the somber faces.
A strange combination.
I look up at Acelan and realize what I've done.
"Again," I whisper
to the half-phoenix.
At first he is confused.
I stand up and put his face between my cold hands,
But he doesn't flinch.
"Why are you sad?"
I ask him softly, barely speaking.
He only smiles again and knows now
That I have drawn what he was feeling.
Stepping away suddenly,
I try
Not to seem like his skin burned me.
I can't get too close to anyone else
Because they'll
(Like my mother)
think I'm crazy.