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An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist
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2020-10-31 01:30:20The secretary spoke frank, with a tang that sounded Canadian. For the usual friendly stereotype, she was the complete opposite. Staring at the screen in front of her, speaking abruptly with no eye contact. Dona paid no mind to it, she was anxious. The recent events have stirred a sudden fear inside her, she tried to spare Harry the burden of it. Today she decided to find him, speak to him in the way she should. With no cause to injury but full redemption of the heart.
It didn't take long for him to appear. It was as if she was seeing him for the very first time, in a different light. He'd always been her knight in shining armour, but a new sense of meaning was brought to the phrase. She desperately needed reclamation. He seemed taller, walking with confidence she never noticed-greeting everyone with such assurance. She smiled, remembering what attracted her to him-his vigour. Her smile grew faint as her gaze drifted to the scene behind him.
The building held modern open-spaced offices with glass windows, giving access to much activity. The hustle and bustle were frequent in one corner while in another a more placid scene occurred. One individual, in particular, caught her eye. He was ducked down in a prayer stance, which wasn't odd but he held something in his hand. It stuck out like a sore thumb, a paintbrush. Harry had been stopped by a member of his group, and so he wasn't near Dona at the time.
The man started to fidget around, swaying his chair from side to side in a child-like fashion. Dona started to walk forward, her mother-hen instinct told her that he wasn't alright. He started to shake rapidly, as if in a fit. Dona ran towards him, to only be stopped by the rise of his paintbrush. She was standing next to Harry now, clenching onto his arm, watching the man. Harry and the passersby paid no homage to her sudden dash, frankly, it all seemed to be in frozen motion. His neck started to turn, methodically his face started to appear. Her breath caught in her chest and she inhaled so quick she felt dizzy.
There were paintbrushes gauged into his eye sockets. His eyelids were brittle and dry, moulding around the corners. The sight was sickening, he smiled. A maggot was dangling out the one eye and fell, landing like dough. Next, she saw a blue tie, the same tie she folded this morning. A clean blazer with a strong smell of cologne. Her favourite cologne. She looked up at him. No words were exchanged, but the affection and tenderness of touch were exchanged.
"Please come with me". She managed to say, and took his hand and held it to her heart. His pupils raised at its pace.
"Will it help?"
She nodded and embraced him. "More than you know."
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