silver glint
''Who was your first love?"
"Her name is Marina and.....She was beautiful"
"How so?"
I stay quiet for awhile. All the memories flooding in and I was too in my thoughts to answer.
"All her flaws made her... her. She's someone you just can't forget. Letting her go was troubling for me. She showed me a different side of the world. Took my first kiss and I wish more but I was always afraid to let her take it further than that."
My heart clenches as I think about my mistake. But was it really a mistake? I was hurting in the relationship, yet I still loved her so hard I was willing to stay with her. But a part of me knows that if I had clung on a little longer I would've lost all of me. There would have been no going back. I glance outside the cafe window before looking back at my new friend, Luna. From what I've learned she's one of the most quirkiest girls I have ever met. Her crooked smile is genuine compared to the other people I've met. It's kinda refreshing.
"What about you? Who was the first person to ever have your heart?"
She giggles and looks at me like I'm crazy
"You are funny! I don't have time for falling in love. I only need me and my occasional one night stands."
I'm a little taken back. She doesn't hide anything and isn't afraid to express herself. I think I'm going to enjoy this friendship. I laugh at her response and tell her that maybe I am crazy.
"Oh crap!"
I just remembered that I have an art convention to go to. I grab my purse and run out the door as I yell an apology to Luna.
"How much more stupid can I get! Ughhhhh"
After running for a good 15 minutes I arrive at the art museum.
"Hi, how can I help you?", The desk lady asks my frantic self.
"Hibiscus Evermore, Here for my painting"
"Oh! of course. Sammantha will show to your creation. You're lucky. Just a minute before the final revealing."
I can only thank the Sneakers I decided to wear instead of hees. I fix myself as I follow the brunette haired worker. She smells heavily of perfume and I can not help but to gain a headache. She gives me a practiced smile as she leaves me to my most valuable belonging. I stare at the painting. All my soul poured into one canvas. I had to break my heart in order to give it life. I spent endless nights perfecting it down to slightest millimeter. I notice many people come and awe at my painting.
"How much?"
"It's beauty is ethereal"
"I need this in my room!"
I brush off the comments and politely answer the questions people have. Many people are asking to buy it, but I just don't know if I'm ready to let it go.
Suddenly I feel a cold hand brush against mine. I look beside me and see a giant of man hovering over me. I suck in a breath, holding it. His grey eyes almost seem, silver as they stare into my glistening brown eyes. His suit is as crisp as the air inside the building, courtesy of the A.C. I have never met a man as gorgeous as him. His dark as night hair was messily laying in front of his face. I could slightly see a tattoo sticking out of his collar and I'm a sucker for art on skin. I see his lips moving but I can not understand a thing he is saying. It seems things are just going through my ear.
"I'll pay you a million dollars."
"...What?"
"I. Will. Pay. A. Million. Dollars. For. That. Painting. There."
"Oh. Uhm, sorry but it's not for sale."
Even thought I'm beyond tempted to let him have it just for free. I can't forget what attachment I have to this object.
"It's not up for negotiation. I'm buying it."
Finally finding my mind again I talk back to him.
"I said it's not up for grabs. What part of that do you not understand!"
He grinned at my outburst. His smile made him even more beautiful. So much that it made a shiver go down my spine.
"I'm taking you on a date as well."
I'm in too much shock to reply. I watch as he walks away. How does he even plan to take me on a date. I don't even know his name. My heart is racing for the first time in forever. I have not felt this way in a long time. And I feel very conflicted right now. I slowly remember where I'm at and go back to the many people. But not without having a hundred thoughts about the silver eyed giant.
