Love Coming from the Least Expected

I didn’t know how Christopher could have known that I used to love painting. My tears fell relentlessly as I gripped the brush tightly, sobbing my heart out.

No one knew how much I loved and yearned to paint again. All of my love and hope for painting could be seen in Autumnal Panorama.

That oil painting took me two whole months to complete. After that, I sent a picture of it to an online friend called Key, who complimented it and told me that it could really be worth something.

At the time, I thought so too. The art teacher I’ve had since young had always told me that I was very talented and even felt sorry for me when he learned that my drawings didn’t get selected.

Someone called and I saw Christopher’s name on the screen. I stayed silent after picking up, so Christopher started speaking first. “Why are you so quiet? Did you forget me already? It’s only been a few days. That’s kind of sad.”

my fingers. Even though it was just a normal paintbrush, the

I said softly, almost

asked both urgently and helplessly.

head and asked, “Are you mad because I

silly? I would be angry about plenty more things if I were that short-tempered. Since you asked, though, you should tell me why you didn’t pick up my calls,”

love in his voice alone. How could I bear

had going on between them,

was with Lyle. If they treated me well, I

so I was in the hospital when you called me and couldn’t pick up,” I said, trying to gloss it over.

at all, can I? How many

when I realized that it was way more than I could count on one hand. With a pout, I murmured, “Just once or

the small burns, sprains, and minor injuries that

I would spank you for

and usually ended up getting pretty

pause, I asked, “Did you