MasukRuby's POVI drew for a long time after that.I was not thinking about what I was making. I was just letting my hand move and seeing what came out. That was always how the best stuff happened for me.I was maybe thirty minutes in when I looked down at the page and stopped.I had drawn a girl. She was tall. She had slim, long legs and a small waist and the kind of proportions that people described as willowy without making it sound like an insult. She was standing straight with her chin up and her arms loose at her sides like she was comfortable just existing in her own body. I stared at her for a while.She did not look like me, or she did not look like the me I saw when I looked in the mirror. She looked like the me that sometimes appeared in my head when I was not paying attention. The version of me that I defaulted to when I was imagining myself doing things, taller, thinner, taking up less space.I had read about body dysmorphia once. About how your brain could show you a version
He smiled at that. "If I were you, I would still chase my dreams. Contract or no contract. Whatever arrangement you are in with whoever you are in it with, that is separate from who you are as a person and what you want for yourself. You should not have to shrink what you want because someone else is uncomfortable with it."I did not say anything."That is just my opinion," he added."I've heard you," I said.He nodded and then reached into the bag he was carrying. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to me. I took it and unfolded it. It was a flyer, printed on good paper, not the kind people made on a home printer. It had a photo of a large open gallery space at the top and bold text underneath.ARTISTS CONNECT. ANNUAL ART EXHIBITION AND COMPETITION.I read further down. It was an open competition for artists at any level. You submitted a piece or a series of pieces. A panel of judges reviewed them. There were different categories—Painting, sculpture, mixed media, di
Ruby's POVI could not sleep properly. I kept waking up and then lying there staring at nothing and then almost falling asleep and then waking up again. By five in the morning I gave up and just got out of bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress for a while doing nothing. Then I got up, brushed my teeth, put on my gym clothes and decided to just go. The gym was quiet that early. That was the thing I liked about going before the rest of the world was awake. There was nobody to look at me. Nobody was doing that thing where they glance over and then look away too fast. It was just me and the equipment and whatever was playing through my earphones.I started on the treadmill. I was not pushing it, just a steady walk to get my body moving. I had my playlist on and I was looking at the wall in front of me and trying not to think about the email I had sent last night.I had quit a job I actually liked after one day because a man I was contractually tied to did not approve of it. When I put
"Name a number," he repeated. "Whatever you think that job is worth to you. I will pay you that. Every month. You do not have to go anywhere, you do not have to stand on your feet all day, and you can stay here and do whatever you want."I stared at him."You want to pay me to quit my job," I said."I want you to be practical," he said."That is the same thing.""Ruby, think about it logically," he said. "You just started today. You have not even built anything there yet. It is easy to walk away now before you get attached.""I already like it there," I said."You were there for one day.""And I liked it," I said again.He exhaled and sat back. He looked frustrated in a quiet way, not yelling, not aggressive, just a tight expression around the jaw and the eyes."I do not understand why you are making this difficult," he said. "I am offering to solve the problem for you.""There is no problem," I said. "I got a job. That is not a problem.""It is when you are ignoring my messages all d
Ruby's POVThe rest of the day at the museum went fine. Andrew showed me a few more things after lunch. How to handle the loaned pieces when they came in. Where to store the packaging materials. How to fill in the condition report for each item before it got logged into the system. It was all straightforward and I picked it up quickly.It was a quiet, normal day where nothing went wrong and nobody said anything mean to me, not even my wolf and I just did my work and went home.I did not think about the painting again. I did not think about the mark on my wrist. I did not think about Malcolm or my father or any of it. I just worked. By five o'clock Linda came back from her meetings and did a quick check in with me. She asked how the day went and I told her it went well. She seemed happy with that. She told me my official schedule would be sent to my email and that I was expected at nine the next morning.I said goodnight to Andrew. He was wrapping up some paperwork at his desk and he ga
We kept walking. He showed me the storage area where new acquisitions were kept before they were logged and placed. He explained how the tagging system worked and showed me the software they used to track everything. It was not complicated. I had used similar systems before.We looped back into the main hall. This time we went through the right wing more slowly. He told me about a few of the pieces hanging on the walls. Not in a lecturing way. More like he was just telling me things he found interesting.I liked that about him. We stopped in front of a dark painting near the end of the row. It was small compared to the others around it. The frame was simple wood with no decoration. The painting itself was mostly black and dark brown, with some circular shapes drawn in what looked like a reddish paint.I looked at it for a moment. Something about it stopped me. There was a pattern in the center of it. Two small circles pressed close together, overlapping slightly. I looked at my wrist
The phone vibrated in my hand. I stared at the screen before finally picking the call. I was almost losing hope that he was purposely avoiding my calls.“Hello?”“Ruby,” He responded with just my name.“I've been calling you. You didn't pick my calls.”“I know and that's why I called back. I'm sorr
The world seemed to tilt sideways. I pulled the car over abruptly, my heart pounded so loudly that it affected my breathing.My hands were trembling again, the same way they trembled when they held Mom's papers, except this time, it felt worse. It felt heavier and crushed my spirit more.“Are you s
“Everything listed seems believable to me. I took a loan for you, and you've got to repay it. It shouldn't be that hard to comprehend.”My fingers trembled as I held the papers. Mother watched me with an expectant stare. It told me that she saw me as nothing more than a bill, and she finally had to
I took a deep breath to calm my frayed nerves. What could possibly go wrong? They wouldn't be able to hit me like they did before. They could say mean things to me, and I can simply ignore them, and I doubt if Christian would dare touch me again.Better still, I could ignore their message. Curiosit







