The mirror showed me how truly broken I was, it showed me how unable I was to live happy
Terrible experiences turned my body into a painting of scars and insurmountable pain I had put my heart and soul on getting forgiveness but in the end I lost m...
Two days later........ I was infront of my closet, clothes strewn around everywhere. I had been changing outfits for the past hour and half but I wasn't close to knowing what I wanted to wear. What exactly does someone wear to be a living art. It didn't even make me feel better when I saw Ivan's text message saying he'd be here in 15minutes. "Aunty" I yelled untop of my voice, she was the closest things I had to a fashionable person "Yes young lady you don't have you yell.... woah did hurricane Catrina sweep through here" "Nope" I smiled sickly sweet at her and the look on her face showed me she knew I wanted something "Aunty, you know how much I love you right" She narrowed her eyes playfully at me "Don't patronise me young woman" "What do you need" "I don't know what to wear aunty, what does someone wear to be painted." She walked over, bending to pick some of the clothes on the floor, she could be a clean freak attimes, she told me it was a coping mechanism for her when her husband passed away. "Let me take a look" she rummaged through my wardrobe while I stood there questioning my life descions. How on earth was this artistic journey I was going to embark on
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"Here you go" I hugged her and quickly changed into my clothes. I walked downstairs just intime to see Ivan calling me. "See you aunty " "Bye sweetie" I closed the door and walked over to Ivan's vintage corvette.
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Ivan's outfit ^ "Hello" I said when I leaned over to bear hug him "Hey" he said when I came up for air
. He tucked some stray hair behind my ear. I didn't have time to do anything with my white curls because I didn't have time so I let it down. "You look wonderful" I blushed at his compliment. He played with my necklace before he began driving "You look good too " I said breaking the awkward silence "Don't lie to me. I've only slept five hours in last forty-eight hours, I probably look like shit." "Oh my god, are you trying to overwork yourself You dummy" "Not intentionally, but it's nice to see you care lotus." "I am worried about you" he gave me a smile before clasping his free hand with mine while driving effortlessly while I looked like a tomato. Even though he said he looked like shit, he still looked great. We parked at an underground parking lot and took the stairs to his penthouse
