Chapter 17

I tilted my canvas to the left as I tried to get my paint brush at the perfect angle for my now fully developed yellow flower.

Anytime I needed to think, relax or just be at peace, I just grabbed my supplies and made art. A bird chirped beside me as the cool evening breeze from the meadow whipped my hair all over in messy curls. I frowned as I ran my hand through it, seeing it as yet another reminder that Niall wasn't here.

Since we've lived together, he had always combed my hair for me, simply because I could never tame the coily waves myself. However, since I had to go to bed alone last night, I didn't get my usual braids or twists, courtesy of my lovely mate.

But he didn't come home, and he still hasn't.

Sighing deeply, I tried to remember what Asia had said about him being able to take care of himself, which was further backed by his mom later that night at dinner. That didn't mean that I didn't miss him though, and I couldn't hide the hurt I felt kno