Aaralynn woke up alone. Her
first thought was the disappearance of Asche's presence.
"Asche?" She called out expecting a
reply. He promised to stay until the morning after all. But even without
calling out his name, Aaralynn knew Asche wasn't there. Usually, Aaralynn could
sense Asche's presence. The way his aura gives Aaralynn a good and warm feeling
that gives her the goose bumps.
Sighing, Aaralynn went downstairs after washing up
a little. She probed the kitchen for breakfast and after filling herself up with
an oily meal and half a jug of orange juice, Aaralynn was ready to start
Saturday morning.
Painting. It's how Aaralynn usually spend her
weekends back home, miles away from this town. Stuffing a new medium-sized
canvas, a sketchbook and several painting sets and pencils into her huge art
bag, Aaralynn grabbed her cellphone and started leaving for the plaza square.
Technically, the whole town was built like a wheel
in eight spokes and centered on the plaza square. Although it's called a
square, the plaza wasn't exactly... Square... It's more to circular shaped. Not
that Aaralynn was being literal. She just couldn't help but wonder. Of course
she voiced this out to some people at school. And of course, she got weird
stares.
Sitting in one of the benches, she set up her
easel and painting kit and got to work. Usually, she would paint what she sees.
But not in a way that she painted still-life. She painted abstract versions of
what she sees. Like the tree over there. Instead of painting it bright green
like its colour, she would paint a purple swirl to symbolize it. What it means,
well who knows?
But today was different, instead of painting what
she sees, she paints what she's feeling and instead of abstract art, she's
painting still life.
Asche. She painted Asche. For hours, she sat there
painting Asche, trying to get all of his features correct, while thinking to
yesterday's night.
Then a thought struck her. Clunk. She dropped her
brush. A few people turned to look at her and mumbling an apology she picked
the brush up.
Of course! Asche must've carried her to her bed!
How else did she get there!? Cursing that she had only thought of it now, she
took out her cell phone and dialed Asche's number.
The line connected and Aaralynn waited. But
there's no answer. Shrugging, Aaralynn sent a text message instead, saying
thank you.
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The moment Asche got home; he locked his bedroom
door and sprawled across his bed. His father was drunk again early in the
morning and was thrashing the rooms downstairs. He probably has a whore with
him last night too.
Asche tried to block out the noise by covering his
face underneath the pillow. Trying to get some sleep, Asche went to bury
himself underneath the covers.
As sleep dawn closer and closer, his cell phone
suddenly rang. Kring. Kring.
Annoyed, he pulled out his phone. There's only one
other number he kept on his phone besides his dad's and the home number. And
there's no way these will be the two numbers that's calling him.
True enough, it was Aaralynn calling. He was about
to press the answer button when he remembered he's not supposed to encourage
any feelings he might have for Aaralynn. So his finger moved to the silent
button instead and pressed that.
Throwing his phone to the mess in his room, he
tried to go back to sleep again when... Beep.
His phone is signaling that a text message has
just been received. Groaning, he sat up and looked for his phone in the
jumbling mess of his bedroom floor.
Finally locating his phone underneath a sock, he
opened his inbox.
'Thx 4 last night :) love, Allie. Xoxoxoxoxoxo'
As Asche read this message; he can't help but gave
an amused smile, feeling happy for the first time in ages.
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