The Colours of Emotions

After eating, Chloe and I packed the plates and did the dishes. "Should we go out?" Chloe asked, we are in my room now, unpacking my travelling bags.

 "Where should we go to?" I asked hoping she doesn't say club

 "I think to the park, we should rent a bike and ride, eat ice cream, and just play around. It sometimes hurts when I think about the fact that I'm an adult now, I always want to feel like a child again."

 "You're becoming smarter, I think I'm rubbing off on you." I said and she laughed so hard. "I want a clear mind anyway so let's get going" I added. She left my room and went to change into something more appropriate for the park. I searched through my fully parked wardrobe, took a white armless, and multicolored short and wore it. Before I could say Jack, Chloe was back.

"How did you change so fast? I'm not even done yet" I said, she's wearing a beautiful pink short gown and white snickers, her hair tied in a ponytail, and she's wearing a hat.

"I'm always ready" She said with every part of those words screaming pride. I wore my sunglasses, and my white canvas, kept my phone in my brown backpack then carried it. We didn't leave Of course without telling uncle. "Stay safe girls" was what he told us before we left. We took the bus to the park, which apparently is just 20 minutes away with the bus, so I guess it would have been 30 to 40 minutes on foot. We got to where we were meant to rent the bike and the guy there kept flirting with us. Guess what next, instead of leaving, Chloe suggested we play along and take the bikes on a ride for free. She said she's been lucky with this just a few times and doesn't want us to misuse the opportunity. Just to have fun I followed her crazy idea, which could get us in trouble.

"I'm finally rubbing off on you" She said, using my words against me.

I rolled my eyes and replied "You wish. By the way, this is not a bad idea. I'm enjoying the ride"

"Next up the Ice cream stand" We bought ice cream and ate it, the breeze kept blowing my hair to my face. "How are you doing Soph?"

I signed and my once bright face turned sour "He was my first love, and we were in a relationship for 3 years, we were friends for 2 years and all that ended, I obviously feel terrible. I feel empty, for the past few months I've not been able to create art. Not only that, but I've not been able to hold a paint brush, it's safe to say I'm broken"

"I understand your pain, I just want you to know that in here for you. Everyone is, your mum, mine, dad, Chris and Dave."

"Thank you" I smiled genuinely, and we hugged.

"Did I tell you that the art show is this evening"

"Is that the one uncle got us tickets for?" I asked and she nodded. "That's interesting" we finished up in the park and went back to the house.

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"Get in the car boys" Aunt said from the car, I went back in and took the last slice of strawberry cake aunt bought for us.

"You really like strawberry is it?" Uncle said waiting at the door

"Who wouldn't?"

"You finished the cake?" Dave asked and I turned to see him fuming

"oh, oh," I said holding my hands up in surrender. "I couldn't resist"

"Chris!!!" He yelled and Chris came running. "She finished the cake, hey her."

"This is fun." Uncle said and laughed

"A little help here uncle." I replied and ran out of the house, and the two like horses chased me.

"Can you stop playing around, we're going to be late." Aunt scolded. The three of us stopped and looked at Aunt who already got out of the car. I could see the fire on her head

"Mum... Sophia ate all the cake." Dave said in defense.

"Where's your dad? What's he doing? Where's Chloe?" She asked instead.

"He's in... And I don't know what he's doing, Chloe is still dressing up."

"That's it, get in the car the three of you while I go get them." Aunt said and the three of us rushed into the car, before aunt unleashes her mummy power. Don't look at me that way, mummy power is a thing. And I'm definitely not defining it. In the twinkling of an eye, Aunt, Uncle and Chloe were out, I laughed my ads out, Aunt is pulling both of them by their ears. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Both of them cried in unison.

"Both of you should get in before I loose it" She yelled, and they both ran to the car before her.

"What took you so long?" I asked Chloe who didn't even change her dress.

"A girl's going to do, what a girl's going to do."

"You're impossible." I shook my head. Uncle ignited the engine ad started driving immediately Aunt entered. I was filled with excitement with the thought of seeing amazing works. It took us an hour and thirty minutes before we got there. 'Finest Art' is the name boldly written with a logo of an hand holding a paint brush. We got down and went to the entrance. As I pushed open the glass door, a warm glow enveloped me, beckoning me into the sleek, modern space. The minimalist exterior had hinted at the creative treasure within and now the elegant reception desk and polished concrete floor seemed to whisper promises of artistic delights to come.

"Welcome to 'The Finest art'." The receptionist greeted us with a bright smile and friendly demeanor, her voice soothing with a gentle tone. She's wearing a crisp white shirt and a tailored black skirt, complete with a statement piece of jewelry. She has long, curly brown hair, and a radiant complexion.

"Thank you." Uncle replied

"Can I have your tickets please?" She asked wearing a smile. Uncle handed the tickets to her, she looked at it and said "Come with me, the VIP section is right this way." We followed her, and she led us through the huge hall, on the left I was captivating artworks on the right are truly the finest art. We entered into another big room, and it felt like we entered into another realm. "Enjoy!" She said bowed and left. I saw people snapping pictures with the works. Alas! I saw the most captivating and alluring artwork ever, I felt loads of emotions. I left everyone, and it felt like it was dragging me to itself. Time stood still as I lost myself in the artwork's warm embrace, my sense heightened, and my heart opened. As I touched it, it was as if I had entered the artist's inner world where emotions flowed like a river and creativity knew no bounds.

"With the way you're touching that, I can tell you have something for Art." I heard the most beautiful voice ever, his voice is a gift from God, a treasure trove of sound and sense, and those words he spoke was a precious jewel that I had hoarded in my heart.

"Uhm.... I do. I am an artist...." I paused and the tone of my voice suddenly fell "Well was." I corrected myself. I looked at the left to see the man I'm talking to, my jaw dropped. He is a vision of masculine perfection, with chiseled features that seem carved by God himself. His piercing blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light. His dark hair stylishly messy with a subtle wave that added texture and depth to his overall look. His strong jawline and prominent cheek bones gave him a ruggedly handsome appearance, while his full lips curved into a charming smile that could disarm even the most skeptical of hearts. He's the kind to turn heads, and he wore his looks with every iota of humility and grace which adds to his appeal. Something is really different about him.

"Once an artist, always an artist. I'm sure you're just going through a phase, you'll get back in line" I got lost in his promising eyes, he's saying the words I always wanted to hear, 'you'll get back in line'. I looked at the artwork again and imagined the person who did this incredible piece, I was the name at the bottom, Ray Owen. Furthermore, I would love to meet him. "How do you feel touching this particular one?" He asked and I smiled

"Alive! Passion, Love, warmth, excitement, mystery, serenity, vulnerability and playfulness." I imagined

"Beautiful! You said you were once an Artist, what happened?"

"It's kinda personal." I said, but I felt safe sharing this with him, I opened my mouth and the words came out willingly "We were friends for two years, we fell in love, and we were in a relationship for three years. It's been three months we broke up, even before we broke up I feared we would, I saw the signs. And he told me he's into someone else. In those moments I felt broken, I drifted from everything that gave me joy, I was broken, and dead. It feels foreign holding a paint brush." I replied and he looked really interested in what I have to say. He kept his right hand in his pocket, and brought a card out.

"This time tomorrow, here's my complimentary card. I want to hear your story. Let's put an end to this chapter of your life, and begin another." With that he turned and left. I checked the time, it's 6pm already. I looked at the card and jumped in excitement, God just answered my prayer, His name is Ray Owen, he owns this artwork.

"You're very lucky you just spoke to New York's hottest and richest bachelor." Chloe said and hugged me out of excitement. "I saw him giving you something, what's that?" I was still in shock and I didn't answer her, "Omgggg, she screamed drawing attention to us, this is his fucking card. Ray Owen is mysterious you know, no one knows anything about him, he's so low key. I'm glad you got to meet. I'm happy for you, I have to tell mum and dad everything" she said and left hurriedly

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