The Beasty Thoughts - KR Drabble. - Page 14

Several days later :

The colours were talking to him.. again. He sat on the stool, colouring the portrait in front of him, he had a little vision, a vivid memory of his childhood, when he used to sit in his classroom, listening to all the different voices that went around in the room, noises had never bothered him, they still didn't.

Joeys voice was deep red,
Alexandra's voice was ocean blue,
His teachers voice was dark green,
his mothers voice was pale beige,
his fathers voice was shallow black

A smile touched his lips as he thought about his childhood. Kriya's voice is a blunt shade of velvet. He thought. He was engrossed in colours, loving the way his life was extremely similar to them, he needed to give his life composure, a settlement and then he would outline his perfectly painted life with some romance. He smiled.

It had been three days since he had last seen her, she didn't even talk to him anymore. he wondered whether it was because what had happened between them, that night, and when he did ask her, she said she was just busy.

He couldn't even get a chance to look at her anymore, and although he did tell himself that it was completely senseless to think about someone he had met a numbered days ago, he could not deny the fact, that he did miss her. Unknowingly he started picturing her in his mind, and his brush seemed to move in right how he intended to, the curve of her eyes, with an enormous pale colour of globe glowing.

And before he could realize, his brush was already painting her.

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It had been a havoc for her, the previous days have been a havoc for her, either she had paperwork, or files, or presentations, or all of them. She had no time for America's Next Top Model, or Rey, and although she had told herself that it was utterly useless and completely insane, she still found herself missing him.

She switched on the lights of the hall, and loosened her tie. She had enough to think about, and still one little tiny corner of her mind was conquered by him. The headache was terrible, all she needed was some tablets of disprins and bed. She did not even wish to have supper.

And yet, it did not fail to catch her eye, it was right there, placed in front of the Sofa, it seemed so real, that you could just expect it to start talking any moment now. She was studying the painting, when it was about time that her attention was caught by something else.

He stepped into the kitchen, making himself some coffee, he wanted to ask her, but his adamant pride did not allow him.

"Why did you draw my picture?" she asked

He did not bother to reply.

"I asked something" she again said "Why did you paint my picture?"

She was getting to his nerves, "It's my will, my wish, why do you care?"