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patterns_bloom) wrote2017-09-18 11:13 pm
patterns_bloom) wrote2017-09-18 11:13 pm
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St. David's
"But... don't you love me?" Josef said, his deep, brown eyes filling with tears.
Alana tried to think on how she came to this point in her life, and realized that it had started with a sketch.
She was seated in the Oriel y Parc Gallery in St. David's, penciling in the work of abstract painter Graham Sutherland, when a German tourist cleared his throat behind her.
"That's beautiful work," he said, causing Alana to look up and catch his gaze. His eyes were the richest brown she'd ever seen, bright and playful. His hair was blond, and his five o'clock shadow matched, offsetting a youthful face with angular features.
Alana blinked at him, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. "Oh, um, thanks," she said, feeling heat flood her face. She hadn't shown anyone her drawings, and didn't think she was any good; it was just a hobby she'd become obsessed with over the course of the trip.
"May I see?" he said, his voice a warm tenor.
"You... You may," Alana said, lowering the sketchbook.
It turned out that Josef Koch was a freelance artist himself, with dreams of opening a hostel. A discussion of sketching styles soon turned to a cruise to the island of Grassholm which soon turned to moonlit kisses by the beach. He laughed easily, and worried about nothing, and Alana realized that she was captivated by his carefree nature. Their romance was a whirlwind in every sense of the word, and Alana soon found she could draw nothing else but Josef--and he sketched her in return.
But all good things must come to an end. Soon, the time came for her to leave St. David's. The wind had caught her around the middle, tugging insistently.
"Stay," Josef said, tracing his fingers over the small of her back. "Stay with me."
"No," Alana said, sighing. She raised her head from its lean on Josef's sculpted chest, looking him in the eye. "It's time for me to move on."
Josef blinked back tears. "But... don't you love me?"
Alana smiled, and kissed his nose. "It wasn't meant to be, Josef."
It wasn't meant to be. They both had whole lives ahead of them, which didn't include each other.
She still had the sketch.
Alana tried to think on how she came to this point in her life, and realized that it had started with a sketch.
She was seated in the Oriel y Parc Gallery in St. David's, penciling in the work of abstract painter Graham Sutherland, when a German tourist cleared his throat behind her.
"That's beautiful work," he said, causing Alana to look up and catch his gaze. His eyes were the richest brown she'd ever seen, bright and playful. His hair was blond, and his five o'clock shadow matched, offsetting a youthful face with angular features.
Alana blinked at him, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. "Oh, um, thanks," she said, feeling heat flood her face. She hadn't shown anyone her drawings, and didn't think she was any good; it was just a hobby she'd become obsessed with over the course of the trip.
"May I see?" he said, his voice a warm tenor.
"You... You may," Alana said, lowering the sketchbook.
It turned out that Josef Koch was a freelance artist himself, with dreams of opening a hostel. A discussion of sketching styles soon turned to a cruise to the island of Grassholm which soon turned to moonlit kisses by the beach. He laughed easily, and worried about nothing, and Alana realized that she was captivated by his carefree nature. Their romance was a whirlwind in every sense of the word, and Alana soon found she could draw nothing else but Josef--and he sketched her in return.
But all good things must come to an end. Soon, the time came for her to leave St. David's. The wind had caught her around the middle, tugging insistently.
"Stay," Josef said, tracing his fingers over the small of her back. "Stay with me."
"No," Alana said, sighing. She raised her head from its lean on Josef's sculpted chest, looking him in the eye. "It's time for me to move on."
Josef blinked back tears. "But... don't you love me?"
Alana smiled, and kissed his nose. "It wasn't meant to be, Josef."
It wasn't meant to be. They both had whole lives ahead of them, which didn't include each other.
She still had the sketch.