The Letters

She tilted her head at the canvas in front of her, looking at it like a lost puppy. Huffing softly that moved the fluffy hair in front of her face, she squinted her eyes at the mixture of colors that painted her ideal world. Tilting her head to the other side, she dabbed her brush against the edges of the mess in front of her, biting her lip in concentration. It still didn’t look right to her, nothing did.

Dear Little Painter,

It’s been a while since I last saw your work, I do hope you’re okay. The curator hasn’t seen you around either, your works are missing from the walls and has created spaces in everyone’s imagination. I miss the sounds your visions shared, the smell of the paint that surrounded each idea, the softness of the canvased location. I must admit, I regret not plucking up the courage to meet you, I admit it wasn’t my finest moment and I made that mistake of being a coward, but I do hope to one day have the courage to meet you face to face. I want to see your eyes, to take a look into the orbs that created such masterpieces. I want to hear your voice, to hear the passions leave your lips. I want to watch you paint, create the wonders of your inner mind. Ah... that’s a little creepy forgive me, I just wish to meet the person who inspires me to create my own art and to go out of my comfort zone in our profession.

Yours kindly,

The Lost Painter

Humming softly, she wiped the back of her hand against her cheek, attempting to move the hair that feathered against her skin. Flicking her wrist gently, white specks appeared on the deep colors that dominated her canvas, sharing a story in the most subtle way it could. Dancing around the room, knocking old pots of paints and brushes onto the flower, she smiled as she finally finished the piece that plagued her dreams for weeks. It was finally perfect, in a room filled with organized chaos, a masterpiece was created. There was nothing more beautiful than a night sky filled with stars and a smile of content on an exhausted face.

My dearest flower,

It’s been a while since I last saw you. I miss the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin, the sweet evenings we spent together yet you never paid attention to me. I regret the reason why you don’t pay attention to me, I admit it was my fault and I made that mistake realizing the consequences of being a coward, but I beg of you to give me another chance. I promise not to make another mistake like it ever again, I want to see your eyes, I want to hear your voice, to hear the words leave your lips. I want to watch you paint, to see you paint me and marvel at my beauty. We would be so good together, the perfect pair like boiled egg and soldiers or strawberries and cream. Remember those times, our first date, our first kiss, our first night together, our first morning after, our first everything, you were and are my everything, my joy, my happiness, my sweetness, my dearest flower. Don’t you wish we could go back in time to when we were together? When we were each others happiness? If only you’d stop ignoring me... Then I wouldn’t be forced to do this...

Your eternal love,

The one who loves you.

He growled in annoyance, eyes flashing dangerously in the light as he sealed the envelope. Screams sounded from behind him, a hoarse voice begging to be let go. Turning around he sneered towards the broken body that lay against the wall.

“This is all her fault, if only she listened to me. Now you will pay the price she set. If only she had listened to me...” Smirking darkly, he raised the metal pipe above his head and striked, stilling the begging victim to a lifeless corpse.

“If only she had listened...”