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~Back at my house I hesitantly open the door to the basement. There's a lot of feelings going on right now and this suddenly seemed like a horrible Idea.
Turing around I look up at him "I think I want to give you your other presents first. This one can wait." I say waving my hands. Going to walk past him he grabs my arm pulling me back to him
"What's behind the door?"
"Nothing."I lie
"Open it then."
"I don't want to. It's nothing so just drop it."
"Do I get bonus points if I act like I believe you?" He asks rolling his eyes
"Yes, so let's-"
He yanks the key from my hand holding it over his head "Elijah! Give it back!" I jump up but that doesn't work. Curse my mother for her genes!
"Let me open this door and I won't be mad that I caught you touching yourself last night in your bath tub."
I- he what! "Y-you saw that?"
"We have rules Mercy. Just because you aren't at the academy anymore doesn't mean they go away."
He was smirking at me and I sighed. Nodding for him to open the door I watched him push it open and walk in. I stood outside not wanting to see the look on his face when he sees it.
Elijah comes back out "what-" "Come on I don't know what I'm looking for."
Right I wrapped it in paper. He grabs my hand pulling me into the room. I turned on the light and swallowed any nervousness I had before walking towards the painting. "Open it."
Backing away from it to see from a distance Elijah started ripping the black paper back. The brown could be seen already and a small smile reached my lips remembering how much I actually loved the painting
I'd spent hours working on the thing that sometimes I'd be fascinated with it myself. Beauty can be captured with a camera but it was always something about a canvas that made it even more beautiful. I feel like it actually made me see what he saw in me. The beauty he sees when he calls me beautiful
The thing was completely unwrapped and he took a step back his eyes roaming over the entire thing. I couldn't tell what he thought because his back was turned facing me. Maybe he hates it. Maybe he likes it
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