HUNDRED AND THIRTY

Anders didn’t wait for the President and Sophia to take their leave, before walking off into the crowd. Lucas appeared beside him suddenly and placed a hand over his shoulders, pulling him along to the small section turned into a bar.

On their way, they walked past a collection of paintings that got Anders smiling. The wall held Amanda’s face in different expressions and poses, happy, sad, crying, angry, hungry, sexy, hurting, goofy, singing, sleeping…It was beautiful to see.

If Lucas ever doubted what they both had, this was confirmation enough. His best friend only did abstract except in certain circumstances, like when he made that painting of Camila in his home. She had been in the hospital at the time, and Lucas knew she didn’t have much time left.

He hadn’t given the portrait to Anders until Camila left, and Anders was surprised he had remembered the very words he used to describe her on the first day they met - Camila, red as fire, green as the forest.

It was the first time And