Masterpiece {h.s}

15. Fire & Plans

As soon as I arrived home, I rushed to my room and grabbed my painting kit. The whole walk to the apartment, I was feeling inspired to paint and I didn’t want to waste that inspiration. I pulled out my palette and mixed all kinds of colors on it and before I could even think about what I was doing, I was painting.

It felt surreal, as if while I was painting, I was isolated from the rest of the world. Nothing mattered and I was overjoyed. Because I was painting or because Harry had forgiven me, I couldn’t tell.

My brush softly swept across the canvas. I was in no rush and I felt serene. My mind was finally free from all the poisonous thought that filled my mind lately. The relief that I felt from painting nearly got me crying. I had missed painting so much and I was so happy that I was finally able to do it again.

Once I was done, I took a step back and sighed. I stared at my painting and couldn’t help but smile. I was satisfied with what I had painted. After all this time, I was glad to find out that my talent hadn’t vanish.

“It’s beautiful, Anna.”

I jumped with surprise before turning around to see Meghan leaning on my door frame with her arms crossed. She had the biggest smile on her face as she stared at my painting.

“Thank you.” I said before turning around again and admiring my work.
"I take it that you’ve had a good day today?”
“Yeah.”

She walked and stood next to me. We both looked at my painting for a while, admiring what I had created, or stunned by the fact that I had just painted something. Either way we couldn’t find anything to say.

“What do you see?” I finally asked Meghan.
“Hmm,” she hesitated for a moment, “I see fire.”

I nodded. The more I looked at it, the more I could see the fire and the more I felt the fire. It perfectly represented everything that happened recently.

Fire burns everything to the ground, it destroys whatever crosses its path, just like the death of a loved one. Fire represented rage. It consumes you to the core and makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs.

But at the same time, fire represented life, that burning desire to move forward in life. Something I wanted to achieve badly. It also represented passion, desire and love. How the slight touch from someone you love burns you in the sweetest way. Like that small kiss that Harry gave me on the cheek.

I hated that it affected me so much, but I couldn’t deny what I felt when it happened. It felt warm even if his lips were cold. It felt right even if the fact that he was leaving felt wrong. I went through such a wide variety of emotions that I couldn’t quite describe it.

Meg pulled me into a hug and kissed me on the top of my head.

“I’m really proud of you Anna,” she said as she hugged me tighter.
“Thank you.”
“How about we celebrate this masterpiece with a good pizza,” she suggested, “have you eaten?”
“No, I haven’t yet,” I said as I stretched out, “what time is it anyway?”

I looked out the window and it was almost dark outside.

“A little past 8,” Meghan informed me.
“Shit,” I said as I searched my room frantically for my phone. I didn't realize that so much time had gone by while I painted.
“What is it?”
“Where’s my phone? Where is it!”

I looked in my bag but it wasn’t there. I checked my bed and couldn’t find it there either. Meghan looked at me, confused, while I ran around my room to find my phone. I desperately hoped that it wasn’t too late.

“There it is!” I screamed once I finally found my phone.
“Jesus, Anna. What is so important?”
“Nothing,” I immediately said, “Can you give me a minute?”
She shook her head, “I’ll go order the pizza,” she said as she exited my room. “Pepperoni?”
“Yes, please.”

As soon as she was out of my room, I closed the door and dialed Harry’s number.

“Hello?” he answered after two rings.
“Harry? It’s Annabelle,” I said nervously, “Are you busy?”
“Nah, I’m just watching TV.”
“Oh, nice.”

I was so nervous. I was unable to think of a way to say what I had to say.

“Are you okay?”

He sounded concerned and I didn’t blame him. The few times we talked on the phone, there was always something wrong with me.

“Yeah. I-uh, well I just, uh, I guess I’ll make an effort.” The words clumsily stumbled out of my mouth.
“You seem so enthusiastic about it,” he laughed.
“I am, I just wasn’t sure about you… I was scared that is was too late to call you, I got caught up in something.”

The words just flooded out of my mouth and I couldn’t stop them.

“It’s not even nine,” he laughed harder, “what held you up?”

I hesitated a little before finally answering.

“Well, I-I was painting.”
“Yeah? I thought you didn’t paint anymore?”
“You remember that?”
“Yeah, of course.”

He wasn’t in front of me so it was hard to tell, but he sounded embarrassed to admit it. I, on the other hand was glad that he remember such a small detail that I told him the first time we met.  

“Well, I started painting again today,” I cheerfully said to erase his embarrassment.
“I’m happy for you, then. Will you show it to me?”

When it came to my art, I was a little shy to show it. Meghan was the only one that I showed it to freely. Daisy often had to fight me and lock me out of my room to simply see a sketch that I had made in the corner of a notebook page. But I had said to Harry I would make an effort to let him in.

“Hum… yeah, I guess.”
“Sweet! Are you busy tomorrow?”
“I have a class in the morning, but after that I’m free.”
“I’ll pick you up, well go eat somewhere and you’ll show it to me after, yeah?”

He sounded so excited about his plans that I couldn’t help but be excited too.

“Sounds good!” I told him.
“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow.”

We both stayed silent, none of us seemed to want to hang up. I made my way to my bed and laid down. I stared at the ceiling, concentrating on Harry’s faint breathing through the line.

“Are you hanging up?” I finally asked.

He laughed and I laughed along with him.

“I probably should, bye Annabelle.”
“Bye.”

As I was about to hang up I heard him call my name.

“Yeah?” I asked.
"I’m glad you called.”

He said it so lowly that it was almost inaudible.

“Me too,” I sighed.
“Good, I’ll hang up now.” he nervously laughed.
“Okay.”
“Bye.”

The line went silent and I knew that he had hung up.

I stayed on my bed for a little while, taking it all in and all I wished for was that I could fast forward to tomorrow when I would see Harry.




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Ohohoh #Harabelle !
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