Chapter 8

Andrew's POV

'Would it be wrong of me to go in her room while she sleeps?

Hell yes it would, snap out of it! Go to sleep!'

Worse thoughts ever, what the hell is actually wrong with me, I sound like some crazy obsessive person about a girl I shouldn't even think twice about now.

I mean last year, at the art show, the moment I saw her something seemed to shift inside me, then seeing her artwork, my heart fluttered.

To see how her mind could work through her art was something so intense, you could feel her loss, feel the pain in every stroke but then you see see the change in it, the part where love existed, happiness.

She was a remarkable artist, losing to her felt deserved, I couldn't put so much of myself into what I do, not like her.

I began following her on social media, her time lapse videos of her working were sensational, she was a young artist with the soul of an old one in her work.

She never posted herself though, never anything outside of her art or her photography, the only