Second Chance At Love: Love me now or yes

Second Chance At Love: Love me now or yes

Ema_Joy

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Esmeralda Jordan is a 22 year old petite,curvy, beautiful young lady who is an artist has had a very traumatic experience with her ex boyfriend and since then invested all her time and everything into art and painting. No longer having any positive feeling towards love as she no longer believes in love. ***** Trevor Black is a 26 year old Ceo who is open to the idea of Love and believes firmly in love,just waiting for the right person. But one meeting with Esme proves to him that she is IT for him and he's ready to do anything to claim her and prove to her that she can be loved for who she is. Let's follow on their journey as Trevor shows Esme that there is more beyond her canvass and let's see how he shows Esme that Love can be a beautiful thing.

Chapter 1 Her.

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ 1

"๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ,๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ." ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ.

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช'๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.

"๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ,๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ" ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.

"๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ณ..๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฉ,๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ"

"๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ,๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ,๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ" ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต.

๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ.

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"๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ?๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฉ..๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ?" ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.

"๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ?๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ" ๐˜ช ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜บ.

"๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ...๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ,๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ" ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต.

"๐˜•๐˜ฐ,๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ.. ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜บ,๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ.." ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.

Am brought out of my reverie by the ding of the coffee machine.

I took the mug and sipped my coffee and placed it back on the island table, moving my finger at the rim of the mug,my mind filled with everything,the beatings,the words,each and everything that broke me....

Everything that killed my self esteem,the words that always reminded me how worthless I was,how unworthy of love I was.

'No,no,not today Esme...we've got a lot of work to do'I thought out loud shaking my head.

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Making my way into the gallery,I check the time,7:45 am...okay,not too late.

15 minutes later,I changed the sign at the door to open,ready for today's business.

"Good morning, you're welcome and feel free to look around if you'll see anything you like."I said giving my best smile to the lady in front of me.

"Good morning,thanks ..am actually looking for a good design to fix in my new home"she said smiling brightly at me.

"Ooh,I think I know a piece you would love "I say now eager to show her the new piece I drew not long.

"Sure" nodding she said as we made our way to the piece.

"Awwn,I love this very much,I would like to go with this"she said happily as she admired the painting.

"Okay,no problem,am just gonna wrap this up real quick and hand it over"I said taking the piece off it stand and getting a wrapping paper to wrap it.

"Here you go,you can go over to the counter by the door and make your payment "I said handing it over.

""Alright,thanks"she said accepting it and making her way to the counter.

"You're welcome to come back"I heard the voice of Jessie, she's the one at the counter and the only person I can say am familiar with even though we aren't close.

I pulled my hair back as I tried tying it up with a scrunchie,as I moved into my studio ready to drown my self in the day's work.

Setting up a canvass,and adjusting it well on the stand,I grabbed my palette with a brush mixing in my colors.

I moved to the speakers and connect it to my phone playing the usual slow song I do play anytime I want to draw or paint.I always feel much comfortable with a low background sound... anytime I try doing something that needs my concentration.

Putting on an overall,to avoid getting my clothes stained,I sat on the stool ready to do what I do best.

Humming to the song playing,I started first with a stroke followed by other strokes no longer humming as I drowned my self to my work, drawing ...my mind filled with different thoughts.

Sometimes,I always wonder what if all these never happened,what if I never met him or her...what if I had a little more sense to discern there was something wrong when I saw those signs.what if,I'd been brave and more confident in my self.

I remember every damn thing,all the conversations, promises, memories...

Smiling bitterly,it was like I was back to that period... it felt so scary and it still scares me.

"๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ,๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ...๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ข" ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.

"๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ,๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข...๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ" ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ.

"๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ,๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ท" ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ..

"๐˜–๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ท" ๐˜ช ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.

"๐˜ˆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฉ..๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด,๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ" ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜บ.

"๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ?"

"๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ,๐˜ช ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,๐˜บ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด"

"๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ,๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ,๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด" ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต.

How stupid I was to actually believe they were best friends... looking back,the signs were there as bright as day.

I was just too naive to notice it... standing up from the stool,i began drawing frantically trying to erase my mind of all thoughts,I need to stop thinking about everything that happened,am free...'it's all in the past'

'Yes,yes,it's all in the past..have moved on'i muttered as I picked up another color, smiling at what was already forming on the canvass.

"Drowning"I whispered,that will be the name of this piece.Yes.

Already concluding the piece,I added the final touch to the painting,I heard my phone ringing.

'who could that be'i thought as I made my way to my phone.

"Hello,please..am I speaking with Miss Jordans"A voice said from the other end of the phone.

"Yes,yes,you are.How may I help you?" I asked.

"Am calling from the charity foundation,I need to confirm if the piece is ready?"she said again.

"Oh,Yes..it's ready,when can you pick it up?"I questioned as I started cleaning up my things ready to go back home and relax.

"Great,someone will drop by to pick it very soon..infact the person should be at your gallery in the next let's say..5 minutes"she said again.

"Okay,no problem.. I'll be expecting the person"I said hanging up.

Packing my bag and car key,I made my way out of the studio towards Jessie to tell her to expect the person coming to get the painting.

"Hi,Jessie..uh,I wanted to tell you tha-"I was cut off by the sound of the bell signifying the entry of a person.

As I turned am met with a young lady.

"Hi,am Rose,from the charity foundation"she said smiling politely as she brought out an Id to show me.

" Oh,great..nice to meet you,I was about telling her about your coming"I replied giving her a small smile.she seemed nervous.

"Okay,sorry,if am late"she said as I signalled her to follow me.

"No worries,you weren't late"I replied.

"Okay,here is the piece.. it's all wrapped and ready for you to take"I said as I handed the painting over to her.

"Thanks,a lot.."she said as we made our way out.

"No problem, you're welcome and take care"I replied.

"Am gonna get going Jessie "I said turning to Jessie who was calculating today's sales.

"Okay,Bye and have fun" she said smiling softly at me.'Jessie is a very nice person and she will make a great friend if I actually accept people back into my life'I thought.

"Thanks,you too and don't stay too long okay"I replied smiling back as I made my way out of the gallery towards my car.

"Sure"I heard her voice faintly.

Parking my car few minutes later,as I reached my apartment.

I made my way in, changing my shoes by the door step into my fuzzy slippers,I made my way into the kitchen dumping my bag on the couch.

'Am so tired,and I need a well deserved sleep'i thought to my self as I drank a cup of water.

Going to bed has always been a hurdle for me,from a good sleep to nightmares and they are non ending.

I rinsed the cup and kept it at the cup rack and I made my way to my room,I need a shower before trying to sleep.

Stripping,I made my way to the bathroom,as I stood under the shower, turning on the shower as I stood with the water pouring on me.

Few minutes later,am done showering as I wrapped a towel around myself moving towards the mirror set,I sat as I started my skin care routine.

After everything,have passed through have learnt to love my self more and take care of my self before anything.

Am no longer going to ignore myself or put anything first before my self.Am going to love myself much better than before.

I stood up and made my way into the closet and changed into my pyjamas,making my way to bed ready to get some sleep..if possible,I set my alarm and laid my head on the pillow.

'uhh,so soft'i thought to my self giggling a little.

'Am brave,am bold and am beautiful' I said softly drifting off.

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