(Book 3/3 of Club Echo)
A path she didn't think she would ever take, Y/N is tested yet again with the trials and tribulations that is to come her way. The real question is, will everything be worth it? Or is she doomed for another heartbreak that co...
"Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me. It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece."
- Christian Bautista (The Way You Look At Me, 2005)
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Y/N's POV
I kept my arms and fingers as steady as possible as I began to shape the wet clay into a coiled pot. It's been a while since I've done pottery, and I never knew how much I've missed it until now. I don't know where the sudden urge to do ceramics came to me, but I woke up this morning, and one of the first things I wanted to do was this. With the music faintly playing in the background, I kept my focus on my piece, making sure that it has my full undivided attention.
"How cool do I look?" I asked, catching Lizzie off guard. "Everyone who has watched me like this has fallen for me. Are you one of those people?." I looked up, her frazzled state made me smirk.
"Who fell for who?" Lizzie retorted. "Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?"
I chuckled lightly, "Says the one who was watching me so intently."
"I wasn't watching. You happen to be in my line of sight."
"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night," I said as I dipped my hands into a bucket of water. "Speaking of which, how was your sleep?"
Lizzie took a seat, a few feet away from me, "It was good. What about yours?"
"Your snores were lovely, so I had the best night's sleep."
She rolled her eyes, "Haha, but, anyway, did you make that just now? It looks amazing."
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I brought the vase/pot closer to her so she could get a better look. Lizzie admired every corner, her eyes fluttering with amazement as she spun it around the display.
"I did." I answered softly. "If you want, I could teach you how to make one exactly like that."
"Oh, really? You'd be willing to do that?"
I nod, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I laugh slightly. "Why don't you bring yourself over here, and we'll get started?"
Lizzie made her way to where I was. I grabbed the extra clay, weighing about five pounds. I clean up the wheelhead before throwing the clay in the middle. I told her about coning and centering, showering her steps on how to do it before letting her take full control.
