Shadow Of The Past | ✔️

29| "Blue butterflies"

I lean against a wall of my room watching her paint.

I studied her for the longest time. She looked so carefree, beautiful and in the zone.

Her eyes were narrowed and tongue slightly sticking out in concentration.

As I watched her I started to think about the many paintings she has painted in the past.

I've always admired her skill. She made them look so real. Like what she painted was physically there.

Down this hallway at the very end stands a room that I've always kept locked up.

Many of her painting are hung up on the walls, pictures of her and us and some of her pregnant in albums and packed away neatly in drawers.

I don't usually go inside the room, because I always find myslef seeding tears or my body feeling tense when I leave.

I find myslef feeling gulity for leaving them.

I find myself missing her even more.

Everytime I left that room I always walked away with a bad feeling in me that kept building and building and slowly destroying me with every second.

I would spend so many hours inside there looking at every picture and memories of us.

Most of them making me smile, but the smile slowly died as I remembered I didn't have her anymore.

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Laughter, I heard. Amaras really ugly laugh.

I turn my head only to see her with Ace. They're sitting together, facing each other and looking at each other.

He says something and it makes her laugh even harder. At this point she's on the floor rolling around.

He has a smile on his face and he has this look of love and adoration in his eyes.

She tries to stand up only to fall but he catches her before she could touch the ground.

I find myself smiling at the both of them.

Just looking the two of them and how they bond with each other like they've known each other for the longest time makes me think that if she did know who he was to her, she'd definitely be a daddy's girl, but right no she's a mommy girl and it better not change, even if she were to "find out", right?

I turn back around and continue on with the painting.

After a while small arms wrap around my neck.

I look over my shoudler and it's Amara.

"Hey." I said a smile breaking through.

"Hi, what ya doing?" She asked.

"Painting."

"How come I never knew you could paint?"

"Because I stopped moths before you were born."

"Oh. Why?"

"I lost interest."

She nodded.

"Well it looks really pretty. Like its real. How'd you do that?"

"Lots of practice and skill."

"That looks beautiful." I didn't notice Ace was standing behind me until he spoke.

I gave him a tight lipped smile beofore saying, "Thanks."

"Can I paint?" Amara asked sitting down in front of me with her legs crossed.

"Yes you can." I say in a duh voice.

"Can Ace join us?" She akss lookibg at me with hope in them.

I tilt my head up to him.

"You busy?" I asked.

"No, never busy if you two need me." He said and I almost wanted to fall back down and kick the air while squealing.

"So are you going to paint with us?" Amara asks.

"Yes." He replies.

She smiled and got him a plain canvas.

I'm gonna do regret this.

We sepnt the time in silence but Amara hates silence so she was the one talking.

It was weird how it felt right with him being with us.

Like he fit in with us well?

I hate to think about this but its true and I can't even deny it.

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