Anguish was all I knew. I wiped my face to hide the evidence. My heels echoed in the gallery’s hallway. My eyes were captivated by a painting. A divine couple’s hues blending. Their auras merging creating a purple universe.
“This is my favorite piece that I have created.”
My body tensed. His voice activating vibrations known in my DNA. I turned to the artist and watched his face. Enamored. His head turned towards me, a smile upon his face. My eyes moved from his lips to lock with his eyes. Enchanted, I saw my salvation.
About the Creator
Viv C
Words have always been one of my things. I love them. I love to write about any and everything. I don’t like being in one genre, I like to write what I feel and hope that others feel it too.
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