Veil could count the number of times she had gotten angry in her entire life. She had been displeased about people and their actions a lot of times, but getting to the stage of cold fury was another thing entirely. The first time she had felt that way was when she had gotten news about her father’s illness and the high chance that he wasn’t going to make it.She couldn’t tell who her anger was directed at, but Veil knew that she felt it dripping from her bones. She had felt the dire need to yell at every single person she walked past on the road, to stare at the skies and scream until whoever was there answered her. She had wanted to give up a million times, to just let it all go. Those days were one of the darkest ever.And that feeling was there again, coursing through her veins.Veil’s eyes circled on the one person she never wanted to see again in her entire life, and immediately, everything turned red. He had stepped away from the door, an action brought about by June’s menacing
Veil left June in the living room with Anders while she stalked into her room. Autumn hadn’t been joking when she promised the room would be met in the exact condition they’d met it before the setup. Every single inch of the wooden floorboards had been cleaned, and the air smelt of freshly laundered wood.Shrugging out of Anders’ t-shirt and shorts, which she had borrowed from his closet on her way out, she stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to soak her skin. The curls on her hair fell limply around her shoulders and down her back, and Veil pouted in displeasure.She had forgotten to cover her hair with a cap, and now she had to bear the repercussions.Fifteen minutes later, Veil decided she had had enough time for a bath and some reflection under the water. Grabbing her towel off the hook, she sauntered back into the room as she wrapped the towel around her frame.A part of her thought she would meet Anders in the room, sitting on her bed with that immaculate and cock
The second floor was already bubbling with guests when Veil and Anders stepped in, hand in hand. Although he was there with her physically, Veil couldn’t feel him anywhere near her. He was far away, lodged in a deep place in his mind where it was hard to get him out.She had tried on their way there. She talked about her parents and how she missed them terribly, tried to bring Sophia into the single conversation she was having with her, and tried to turn it into a joke, but Anders wasn’t even hearing a word of what she was saying.Veil had given up halfway through the ride, staying in her thoughts until they took the lift to the second floor. The minute they arrived, Veil found herself whisked away by Amanda, who wanted her to meet the members of her band. They’d all been asking about her since the scene with Sophia and Amanda had made them come over to the exhibition.It was like killing two birds with a stone.Veil smiled politely at Amanda’s friends, thinking she would have to put
Anders retrieved a glass of sparkling wine from the tray the servers passed around and approached the huge painting at one end of the room. It was the image of death—or at least, that was what Anders interpreted it to be. Lucas was famous for his abstract paintings, relaying the darkest of his thoughts in the way he best knew how to. However, interpretations and perceptions varied. While some people saw light, others saw the darkness he portrayed, but in different degrees. The background of the painting was black, with lightning somewhere near the earth. There were almost translucent apparitions cutting away from the painting, with one visible pair of brown eyes looking back at the earth, with sadness imprinted in that gaze. It was a tad intriguing because both the earth and the top of the painting signified demise to Anders, yet it felt like his eyes preferred the earth. He thought the top of the board offered much more—the possibility of still being present in some way. Call it s
Sophia still had that innocent smile on her face as she turned to face Anders fully, confusion etched in her eyes. He hadn’t expected any different because she would never have conceived the thought, even once, that he was onto her. She thought him the ideal man who never bothered with anything else as long as his woman was hot, made public appearances with him and was filthy rich and well-known to aid his company. Sophia had formed this notion because Anders hadn’t made her think otherwise. What she didn’t know was that he didn’t even see her. From the very beginning, going with her felt like a chore he was being forced to do. Hell! He would have preferred sitting in his bathtub staring up at the plain ceiling rather than going out to some fancy restaurant opening with her. “You have a business with me right now,” the President muttered. ‘Not her, unless you are ready to apologize. And I’ll remind you, gentleman, that you watch your tone with me. My men wouldn’t hesitate to teach
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
Veil and Amanda walked down the stairs, with Veil’s eyes turning to search the spot where Anders had been standing a while ago. A group of unfamiliar faces stood before the portrait in an animated conversation about what each of them thought it connoted.Taking in a deep breath, she craned her neck and searched for him amongst the crowd, coming up empty. She turned to ask Amanda if she had any clue where Lucas was, but the look in Amanda’s eyes had her stopping.Following her gaze, Veil’s eyes landed on the wall partially hidden from view. She walked slowly behind Amanda, her eyes taking in the striking images that seemed to read into her. Every emotion felt so real that Veil almost teared up when her eyes met the painting of Amanda in tears.Sadness washed through her when she took in the other painting, of Amanda totally broken into pieces by something eating away from her.“This was when Camila died,” Amanda whispered, her eyes watering. She sniffed noisily to keep the tears at bay
The night went on, cloaked in silence and twinkles of light, but for the four friends seated on the patterned blanket on the balcony, time remained frozen.“Your turn,” Amanda chirped as she returned the bottle to the floor and turned it. They'd been playing a game of truths, and it had been pretty superficial, not going beneath the surface. The questions that were asked were the usual, name of their schools, favorite color, best childhood memory, and preferred TV show. Amanda smiled when she mentioned the Simpsons. It was so cliche but even after all these years, her love for it never reduced.Anders watched the spinning bottle, heaving a sigh of relief when it stopped at Veil's side of the blanket. She rubbed her hands together and waited for Amanda's question since she was the last person to have a question asked of her.“Have you ever been in love?” The question took everyone by surprise, including Veil. She let out a breath and cast a slow glance at Anders. She swallowed when