"She was my everything, my life and my heart. I made sure she feels all of it so she won't leave me. But she still did." - Lucas Saavedra
Dangerous and Possessive Bachelor Series 4
Young couple, Talia and Lucas have been married for almost three ye...
"So, you are not staying here?" Nate questioned while I get ready inside my room. I had my things transfered to the aparment that I bought somewhere close by. I don't want to live here in the hotel because I will just feel that I'm too sheltered. I want someplace where I can relax and paint wherever I want.
"No, Nate. I mentioned this to you already." I stated, putting on my diamond dangling earrings and then a marching collar next.
"Yeah, I thought you meant that you are not staying here in Crimson City long because you will be back in Paris for the whole month." he pouted and helped me zip my dress up.
Tonight is the gallery opening and I'm excited more than anything. Many collectors will be at the opening so I am looking forward to meet new artists and new people who shared the same interest as me.
So, I'm dressed in a body hugging, deep v burgundy dress. It was a gift from Mercedez from the clothing line she owned. After graduating from the university, she said she wanted to use her art skills through fashion.
So on the way to the art gallery, I was so excited. My hands are even sweating in nervousness because I fear that I might humiliate myself here because no body wants that to happen so I must maintain my composure.
I inhaled deeply, thinking of positive thoughts and praying silently for this gallery to be a success. So, once I step out of the car...the unfamilair feeling washed over me. As if I'm scared or nervous about something that is not relating to any current events. My heart is beating too fast that I worry that I lost something or I have done something wrong. Jeez, I cannot make up my mind.
Inside the gallery, I was able to greet the other painters. Most of them are really famous while the others are unfamiliar to me. It wasn't hard to talk to all of them because since we are on the same field, we got along the boat without sinking. When I reached the areas of my paintings, I couldn't help but shed a tear a little. It is short and quick and no one notices.
My paintings are all from the depths of my heart and every shed of color symbolizes something in my life.
Stepping closer to my artwork, I let the tips of my fingers feel the slight curves of the paints. Just taking my time to admire it because this one is really important to me.
Because it is me...
Symbolizing the first time I held Ezekiel in my arms without any apparatus attached to him.
He was just an angel in this one and I couldn't help but be moved at the memory. Such memorable highlight of my life that will be stuck inside my brain and my heart. Being the mother of my angel is the best feeling that happened to me and it is such sorrow and regret that I will never see him grow to be a young kind man.
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Grief of an Angel
"Ms. Berkeley." suddenly a man spoke behind me which woke me up from my inner thoughts.
