Love, Claudia (BWWM)

Chapter Ten

Able, but never desired.

What I speak of, what I write of, maybe two, but both things I am merely not ready to face.

For now, I will do, go, say, sign, listen, as I should.

I am able, but not willing.

C.Faith.'

Claudia closed her journal and tucked it away in her desk drawer.

Though she seemed to be open as a book, willing as a will, she was not.

The surface was easily accepted as truth.

But the truth, it was not.

No one ever questioned her.

She didn't cause trouble or angst, she was enjoyable to be around. Those were truthful facts, from her heart.

She entirely loved God and followed Him wholeheartedly.

However, there was a place she didn't allow His light to venture.

A place others chose to accept or overlook for the sake of being polite.

And it was exactly how Claudia liked it.

That place would remain untouched until she decided it was time to unfold and bring it to Christ.

She knew He could and would make things right.

She just wasn't ready.

Not now, tomorrow, next week, or the rest of the year.

"I'm heading to the store, do you need anything?" Adrian asked poking her head into Claudia's room.

Claudia looked at the clock and cringed.

It was time for her to leave.

She turned around and smiled. 'No, I'm good.'

Adrian eyed her suspiciously but smiled nonetheless. "Okay, you can go back to staring at the wall," She teased.

Claudia shook her head and waved goodbye.

She didn't tell anyone about her painting lessons with River.

They would only tease her about it and make it into something it wasn't.

It was a lesson.

The end.

But if her heart could understand, it would be a blessing.

She was excited, nervous as stated before, and happy.

Learning how to paint was going to be wonderful.

She just knew it.

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If he could walk, he would be pacing.

This wasn't the first time he'd be alone with a woman, but it felt like it was.

Claudia.

Claudia was something. Whimsical in a sense, but profound.

Those eyes.

He felt foolish for feeling something when they locked eyes, but it was true.

Her eyes were magnificence.

Eyes that told countless stories, held joy and some kind of hidden sorrow.

Paradox, were her eyes.

And the smile matched.