At the brink of dawn,
I awoke.
I checked and
Frank was still asleep.
(asleep beside me)
So I put on my clothes,
and drank my coffee.
I had errands to run.
I had to get art supplies.
Outside, it was crisp.
The fall weather really was kicking in.
I could see my own breath
as I put on Frank's jacket
since a simple hoodie wasn't warm enough.
I missed it.
It smelled like him.
I almost forgot it.
When I marked my arrival at the art store,
I explored the wonders of each and every corner there.
I know this store was family owned,
so naturally,
I was prone to coming here.
Family owned places just have a more sentimental taste to it,
than some random, well known enterprise.
They showcase all sorts of paintings
here.
One stroke,
Abstract,
Realism.
Professional and student.
I could admire them for hours on end.
I saw paintings of flowers,
landscapes,
and a lady
With black hair, and pure, apple red lipstick.
I jumped because there was a girl next to me.
She had to be four years old.
She had brown hair, and it lied on the floor.
Was she even there before?!?
I didn't notce her!
She was drawing on a paper.
Ah,
it was great to see
the next generation of artists
thriving.
I knew by mere intuition that she had to be the owner's daughter.
I greeted her with a "Hi".
She glancd up at me,
She didn't even care,
"Hi."
I looked down at her,
"What's your name?"
Without looking at me, she replied,
"Jay."
There was quietness
for a second.
"What are you drawing?" I inquired all of a sudden.
"A fish," and she showed me.
I knelt next to her.
It was amazing.
She even knew how to blend in color.
"You're a wonderul artist." I smile.
But she was staring at something.
"What are you looking at?" I ask.
She points to one of the canvasses,
"I drew that."
It was a rose and a cat.
It was better than the fish
in my opinion.
"You need to keep drawing," I told her,
"I see a bright future for you in it."
She smiled.
"Now," I huffed,
Looked around,
"do you know where the paint is?"
She nodded.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
