Chapter 16
Eyes as wholow as deep pools of darken water.
Hands as white as bones.
The smile looks more like a sneer.
She paints.
I was drifting, a little... Not to far from where I know I'm needed.
She takes advantage of my absence, and starts.
I see her hands and arms caked in paint, her once white button down shirt is splattered in back and red.
Her legs are bear, she's in her element and she is stunning.
I can see this is going to be a series.
I don't want to see what she is creating. I rather watch her.
She moves with swiftness, like she's dancing.
Her face is a mask of concentration. Her hands move rapidly and precisely.
She creates from thin air.
And she is wonderful at it.
I hope this will be well received.
There in the back of all that is happening, I feel sadness inside her, a longing, and a fear.
I take a breath and move to the outside.
Leaving her in her perfect moment.
They call, I can hear them. They want me to report.
She's better, she'll stay longer- they say.
But I won't.
I bow my head not wanting them to see the pain in my eyes. They know that I would do anything to stay with her.
I'm dangerous to her. She's too fragile for me to stay. Her mind has gone through so much. And I'm needed somewhere else.
"Make up your mind". My superior demands. "Stay but not as you are, or leave and be in his grace".
I look up to him, the sorrow apparent on my face.
I have to decide.