MasukDuring a group assignment, I'm trying to speak up with my ideas. My boyfriend and our childhood friend are flipping through sheet music, heads down, deep in a heated discussion about ensemble pieces. Halfway through, they finally notice I'm still standing beside them. Reid Sullivan and Aria Merrill glance at the sheet music in my hands and look at me like they don't know what to do with me. "Your fundamentals are way too weak for the ensemble, so don't even bother. Just toss that scrap paper." "Yeah, and you've got such a great eye anyway. Just stick to taking our photos and editing our videos." I grip the sheet music I've spent all night writing while fighting back tears. The three of us are childhood friends. They love music and never run out of things to talk about. I love art, can't carry a tune, and can never get a word in. So, everything I put in just gets brushed off as scrap paper. After class, they fall into step together and head for the practice room without even noticing I'm not trailing behind them like I always do. I crouch in the hallway, staring at nothing. If they don't see any value in me, then I should just leave. So, I wipe my tears and stand up. After tossing the sheet music into the trash, I dial a number. "Cedric, is what you said before still on the table? "I've made up my mind. I'm transferring to the art school and studying abroad."
Lihat lebih banyakTime slipped by, and before I knew it, fall had arrived. Cedric and I talked about staying a little longer before heading back, but he told me, with a suspicious amount of secrecy, that he had a surprise for me. So, the plans were put on hold.On the first day of fall, Cedric dragged me out of the house bright and early. In the car, he told me to close my eyes, and I did as I was told.When the door opened, the familiar smell of paint and turpentine hung in the air, and I already had a feeling I knew what this was."Okay!" His voice came from behind me, buzzing with excitement.I opened my eyes slowly, and in front of me was a sea of pink. He'd painted an entire wall in soft pink, and even the couch and coffee table had been swapped out to match.I couldn't find the words. On the windowsill sat a little potted plant we'd picked out together. An easel stood by the window with a portrait propped up on it.Cedric had painted me.I stepped closer and leaned in to look. In the painti
On the way to the bookstall, we ran into Reid again. He rushed up to us, ignoring Cedric's warning, and held up the sketchbook with both hands, eyes full of hope."Do you remember this? You said we were the ones who gave it to you. I went back and got it."Cedric's expression twisted with disgust, and he was about to say something, but I stopped him. I took the sketchbook, plucked Cedric's lighter from his pocket, and set the whole thing on fire.Reid lunged for it like he'd lost his mind, trying to put out the flames. He dropped to his knees and grabbed at the burning pages, trying to hold on to something.He didn't even notice his hands getting burned. In the end, all he was left with was a handful of ash. He broke down completely, tears falling heavy and fast into the pile of gray."Why won't you even leave me this one thing to remember?"I looked down at him. "Things that don't matter should be thrown away. Keeping them only makes things harder. You know that better than anyo
I followed Cedric to a small studio. It wasn't big, but every inch of it was packed. He pulled me over to a little couch in the corner and sat us both down."When I was a kid, my parents didn't support me going into art either. They thought painting was for people with no real future, something you only did if you weren't smart enough to do anything else."It wasn't until my grandmother went to bat for me against the whole family that I was finally allowed to study art. That's when I learned that there will always be someone who believes in you."My heart gave a quiet thump. Cedric looked straight at me, his eyes soft."The truth is, the exhibition wasn't the first time I saw you."I stared at him in surprise. He took my hand and slowly traced his thumb across my palm."It was that fall, at the secondhand bookstall by the side entrance of the art school. I saw you sitting on the ground, flipping through a book and sketching at the same time. The setup was pretty rough, but you lo
Madeline's POVThree years later, Cedric and I came back home and were invited to attend the opening of a gallery exhibition. After the ribbon cutting, we walked hand in hand into the gallery."There are even more people here than I expected."Cedric smiled. "Nervous?""After three years of events bigger than this, please."Cedric leaned in and kissed my cheek before I could react. "That's my girl."I pushed his face away, laughing. "Quit being cute."His smile only deepened, and he nuzzled his cheek right into my palm. Heat rushed to my face, but I didn't pull my hand back, letting him stay.Over the years we'd supported each other through everything and had become one of the most talked-about pairs in the art world, professionally and personally. I pinched his cheek, overwhelmed by how far we'd come, in love and in our careers. It couldn't get more perfect than this.We strolled through the gallery, taking in the pieces, when a familiar voice came from behind me. "Maddie?"






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