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Witfit Prompt: Gut
Dialogue Flex: "I've put this off long enough."
I'm actually nervous. I feel something in my gut... like butterflies.
I walk into the quaint, little cafe full of wannabe free-thinkers and artists and spot Bella right away.
She's tucked away in a little corner, her hand moving furiously over her sketchbook.
Her hair's down and practically covering her face, and it takes me back to that first day in the eighth grade.
I smile as I walk towards her, and sit in the chair opposite her and just watch.
She knows I'm here, but hasn't looked up once. I know better than to interrupt her creative moments. She's one of the best artists I've ever seen. Very intense.
It's kind of sexy to watch her paint.
Then again, I might be biased.
When she finally puts the finishing touches on what looks to be some kind of crazy, dreamlike landscape, she closes the book and looks up.
Her eyes.
She's so tired. She looks exhausted.
I wonder if I caused it, and a want to kick myself for not noticing it sooner.
"Hi."
"Hey."
We look at each other for a while, no one says a word. The world continues to move around us, but here, it's just us.
"Bella. About the other night..."
She raises her hand in silent request for me to shut up. My mouth snaps shut.
She takes a very deep breath, closing her eyes before reopening them.
I see determination. She's striking.
"Okay. I've put this off long enough."
A/N: That's all for today. Don't know how many I'll have. Hopefully the regular 2 chapters a day will resume, unless 1 of these morons has something to say.
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