A little heads up before you indulge in reading this story. If you have read my first story, you'll know what I write deals with extremely dark descriptions and stories and 'Obsession' is going to be much darker than my last one.
I URGE YOU TO READ...
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I picked out an apron from a hook by the door and took a seat on the stool in front of a large canvas, higher than my almost five feet self.
The painting depicted an enchanting girl dressed in all white, desperately trying to free herself from the blurry hand, that had clutched her hand in a firm, unyielding grip. The hand is more of a pitch-black shadow than a human hand and though she's trying to get away from it, yet she gazes at it with longing and a little fear.
I couldn't quite pinpoint where the idea had come from but as I began to paint, my hand and subconscious seemed to work together seamlessly and by the time I became aware of what I was doing, the shadowy hand was already part of the composition.
I couldn't bring myself to show the painting to anyone yet, not even Cain as I wasn't sure of its meaning or the message it's trying to convey.
Despite that, I delve back into perfecting it.
Focusing on every little detail and aspect, from the emotions in her eyes to the delicate lace of her dress.
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"Isn't it a bit too small?" Isaac frowned.
"It's only for college, so it doesn't need to be any bigger than it already is," I retorted.
What Isaac perceived as small was, in reality, a large and spacious second floor that could easily compete with a penthouse on any good day.
Well, I understand that Isaac comes from old money so all this seems like nothing in comparison to the mansions, apartments and vacation homes he owns. But I don't call out on him for that.
My landlord is a grumpy but polite elderly man named Timothy Jones, who lives on the ground floor, downstairs. He's out for some vacation or something, that's why the only time I met him was months ago when I finalized this place for me.
And from what I know he's a retired military veteran and had been renting the second floor to groups of tenants who were willing to share the space to afford the steep rent.
However, thanks to Cain, I would be living here all by myself on this spacious floor and paying the full rent... a total win-win for me and Mr. Jones.
My floor has two bedrooms, one of which I intend to use as my art studio. It is an open space layout with only the kitchen and kitchen platform in place. whereas the whole space is empty devoid of any kind of furniture.
And I looked forward to arranging everything to my liking.
Isaac continued to inspect the space, going in and out of rooms, discussing how I should arrange them... how I'm going to arrange them and offering his own ideas. Some of his suggestions left me perplexed, like he didn't think it through that this place is going to be for a teen to live in and not for a business discussion to be held.
