Leigh's POV
The suitcase sat open on the bed, half-filled with clothes and memories I didn’t want to take with me. The room felt cold and unfamiliar, as though it already knew I was leaving.
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I have always been careful. Careful of the choices I made, careful of my life, and most of all my heart. But last night, I didn't know what came over me, because this feeling of recklessness was what I felt. Something I hadn't felt in years.
The bass thumped through my veins, the drink left this cold burn on my hand, and across the crowded room, my eyes locked with his. I should have looked away. Better still, I should have walked away, but something was in the intensity of his gaze that pinned me down.
I had no idea who this man was, and I cared less. He was too hot, his face glittering, his ocean blue eyes staring deep into mine, with his thick brown hair that fell to
Leigh’s POV“You’ve got a visitor awaiting you,” Kira had announcd, poking her head dramatically into the art studio. “And from my honest observstion, she looks like trouble.”I didn’t even care to turn. “If it’s another crazy customer here to ask for a portrait of their sweetheart dog dressed as a Victorian butler, I beg you in God's name, tell them I’m totally booked till the next two centuries.”Kira didn’t even laugh as usual. She just cleared her throat, maybe to indicate it was way more than that.“She told me her name is… Marianne.”On hearing that, I didn't know when thevpaintbrush slipped out of my fingers.Marianne...Let me introduce myself properly to you all. My full name happens to be Raleigh Marianne Maverick.The only other person in this planet earth who would risk calling my name in full and without f
Logan’s POV“Tell me right now.” I demanded from Mason, but he didn't even move an inch. Well, I finally took a break, at least time to allow him forget it, them I would strike. So, he didn't reveal the location. He seemed more dedicated to our relationship than the actual people in it.♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️When the devil swore with the intention of destroying your life, she doesn’t come out wth horns.She's best to win you if she walks in wearing velvet heels, all dressed on silk, the exact one that hug your body shamelessly. This time, she's dedicated to hugging every regret you succeeded in burying and with the deadly smile: “Remember how you kissed me?”Her name?Clara, not Francesca. You might be wondering how many ex I have. Well, Clara before Francesca, at least for now, until others pop up their head. Clara was the nightmare my mot
Mason’s POV“Bro, you’re definitely gonna starve to death if you continue staring at that picture,” I said, half joking, but terrified at his new look.Logan didn’t care to spare me a blink.He only concentrated at staring at Leigh’s photo, as if he was getting a great dosage of oxygen from looking at it.“She had this special thing that I never saw in any other lady,” he murmured. “Whenever she was mad at how I handled the journal work, she would always tilt her head towards the left. Not fully but slightly that it appears sexy to me as I think avout it now. It always gave the vibe of a bird not worthy of pecking."I sank comfortably into the couch opposite him, carelessly tossing away my jacket on the floor in a fun way. “Logan, be a man. You haven’t cared to eat in two days. You even called your PA ‘Leigh’ countless times this morning, to the
Dark Secrets in the StudioLeigh’s POVMy studio turned out a big mess, brushes stuck out horribly in mugs that once cheerfully held coffee and now, with no honor hold murky water the color of a disastrous heartbreak.The main piece right in front of me, the very one having just his face.Not the version that I already did a cleaned up on.Not that version that screamed smile at camera.It was the exact version that only existed between 2:00 am in the morning and early sunrise, when his eyes only appears tired and lost in compromise for me.I mix a little of cadmium red though burnt and I bent over and murmur even not to my hearing to the paint, “Please don’t try to make him too perfect. I just need you to make him real.”Right behind me, I ignored the kettle as it whistled non stop.This part I'm venturing into in painting the portrait needs silence.Som
Logan's POVThe Pretty Girl with the CameraI had come here with the aim of buying coffee.Just coffee, nothing more.I intended buying one cup, black, no addition of sugar. Just like my unguarded thoughts lately.Instead, I found myself inside an art fair. The café was closed, and someone, maybe the person incharge had thought it wise to stuck a handwritten sign on the door which read:“Gone out to get inspired. Be back in a jiffy, never.”So I wandered around aimlessly.The street was strangely busy with weekend people, ranging from beautiful couples holding hands, to toddlers joyfully screaming at balloons, students scattered all over the place with sketchbooks, and of course, not forgetting booths of handmade soap and earrings that if estimated could cost more than the worth of my shoes.Then, I saw her.Well, not Leigh.But someone that reminds me of her...She was n
Leigh’s POVUnread LettersI never meant to preserve them. Never wanted them close to me.The letters at first served me as therapy, so I guessed. Kira in her funny way called it “emotional decluttering.” She made it feel like it was easy and simple as arranging socks. But nothing that's connected to Logan ever had the easy label on it.The first one started with the headline “I’m sorry.”The second didn't disappoint as it began with “I hate it so much that I still miss you.”By the time I reached letter inscribed number seven, I had run out of headings. I just dove straight, pouring out my feelings without looking back, not afraid it might dry up. I never attempted mailing even a single one.Kira mischievously walked in on me writing the eleventh one.“Okay, why do you give me the impression that you’re not breaking up with a human but a ghost every time you sit right there and journal?” she asked, jumping on the couch like she hold a grudge against it. I blinked in disbelief. “Wh
Logan's POV The Memory Ring She Left Behind“Hello sir?”I didn’t care to respond. My eyes were pitiful as they glued to the floor, well, if I'm more specifical, I would say they are more on the tiny, a bit delicate object lying carelessly just beneath the couch.It shone greatly like a flock just out from washing as a result of the faint sunlight streaming in through the windows.Owen stood with his face rotten at the doorway, frowning non stop. “Sir, your next meeting is scheduled for...”I ignored him totally, bent down slowly, and picked the very object that caught my attention. It was a ring.It was silver band ring. Simple yet elegant in an enchanting way. Nothing compared to the flashy unattractive ones Francesca used to fawn over.This one was special because it was hers. Releigh’s.She left it behind? I have seen her with the ring countless times, though I didn't give it to her.“Sir?” Owen pushed his luck again, this time, stepping in cautiously. “Do you by any chance want
Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New CityThe doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”I hesitated at first, doing a double check on what I needed. “I...uh, maybe, I should consider both, what do you think about that?”“Then search no more, you’re just in the right place,” she grinned, wasting bo time in passing me their menu. “You seem new around this vicinity? You’ve got that appearance of 'i have no idea which road leads to the restroom yet' vibe.”I chuckled amusingly at her, my fingers carefully caressing the menu she just h
Logan's POVThe train station was quiet, almost too quiet. I sat on a cold bench, staring at the empty platform. My head felt heavy, like I was carrying a weight I couldn’t drop. Leigh kept filling my thoughts. Her voice, her face, the way she looked at me when she was mad—it was all stuck in my mind.Why did she leave?I didn’t even know where she went. I didn’t know how to fix this. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I deserved to.I called Mason earlier, and told him to meet me here. He showed up ten minutes later, looking annoyed like always. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and his coat was zipped all the way up to his neck.“You really got me to leave my warm apartment for this?” he grumbled, sitting next to me on the bench.I didn’t answer right away. My thoughts were messy, too messy