You stared at the mess of warm hues, of course to others it might seem nice. But you weren't satisfied, your paintbrush flew across the canvas, trailing colours and blending.

You had stuck to using cold hues for a while, as the theme had stuck to you for a while. Now though you wanted to try something refreshing for a change.

A sunrise,  something you had loved to watch when you got up on days you could. When you ran outside in the waking sun.

You let out a huff, something was missing, but you couldn't place it.

With a reluctant sigh, you placed down the paintbrush. You need a break, maybe a snack too.

Standing to your feet you walked out of your solitary art room. It was a private room only you held the key to. Walls were plain white that held splatters of different colours from the shades and tints you mixed. There were a long shelf and cabinet that held your tools and blank canvases.

It was your safe haven.

Stepping out of the room you made your way downstairs. Glancing over to the living room as you passed; Jess was watching the t.v with a bowl in her lap.

You let her be, turning to the kitchen and began to search the pantry for food.

You grabbed a box of cake from the fridge and a small plate. The cake had been leftovers from a party Keith went to, he brought some back for you. Seeing as you weren't the partying type.

Cherry cheesecake, you haven't had a slice yet. Suppose it's now or never.

You grabbed a knife from the drawer and cut yourself a slice of the cheesecake. A small smile on your lips as you put the rest away and grabbed a fork.

You took a bite, whistling, pleased with the taste. Good, you thought and started to walk back upstairs.

Jess was too immersed in her show to notice you, that and the fact your movements were quiet.

You walked up the stairs, taking another bite as you reached the top and went to your art room.

Maybe I should watch something... for inspiration. You looked around, placing your plate next to your phone on the small table in the corner. Glancing out the window to the sky.

With a sigh, you picked up your phone and put on your playlist of songs.

•▪°○°▪•

"You okay, (Y/n)?" Keith glanced up at you from his meal, you blinked. Nodding, you sent him a smile to confirm you were all right.

"Are you sure? You had been daydreamin' a lot more lately. Sometimes it's hard to snap you out." He said with a small chuckle.

You shrugged, the table was silent, Jess had to go back to her house. So it was just you and your younger brother.

"I might take a break." You signed, then took a drink from your glass of juice.

"A break? For?" You made a gesture to paint, and he let out a hum. "I see... well, maybe watch something or read something new? I've never dealt with an art block before, though it must be frustrating."

"You are not wrong."

He sent you a sympathetic smile, "got anything on your mind."

Him, you wanted to say, but you couldn't. You let out a sigh and shook your head, past memories plagued your mind for quite some time now.

"I'm going to visit mom and dad tomorrow." You moved from the conversation, "pay my respects."

He nodded, "okay, I won't hold you back..."

It had been 3 years since their deaths, a very unfortunate accident that brought both you and Keith down in the depths of despair for a good while. You grew up a happy family, especially when your mother met your step-father. Your blood father wasn't the greatest man, you never liked him. So you were ecstatic when you met the new man your mother had fallen in love with.

You excused yourself, going to the kitchen and dumped the leftover foods into the compost.

"Are you going to be all right?"

"Yes." You signed before turning to go back upstairs. The second floor seemed to be the one place you spent ninety per cent of your time.

You sat down on your bed, eyes trailing to the old family portrait.

With a sigh you shut your eyes, rubbing your temples as you laid down, the sensation relaxed you.

The next thing you knew, you had drifted off to a nap.

•▪°○°▪•

You parked, glancing to the cars next to you and got out of the car. You parked right in front of a familiar flower shop and cafe.

A strange combo it was, but it was run by one of your old friends. Who knew you weren't the best at "communication".

You brushed passed bystanders as you reached the entrance. Stepping through the door and took in the nice smell, the smells of all the different flowers mixed with cinnamon. It was weird but nice.

"Heya (Nick/n)!" Leah greeted with a large grin, her English accent gave you a sense of deja vu from the past.

You waved, taking in the scene, only a few people were present at the moment. From Leah's greeting made them send curious glances to you.

You slowly approached, "I'm looking for flowers."

"Ooh, feel free to look around." She sent you a wink and you nodded, she always was very friendly.

You stepped to the closes group of bouquets, examining each.

"Leah!" You glanced over, another woman, stepped out from the backroom. "Where is the flour?" Her accent was French, and her appearance piqued your interest. Leah usually works alone.

"Awh sorry, love, moved it to the last shelf, bottom row." She replied. You took in the woman's appearance.

Long dark hair, possibly even a tint of blue though you couldn't tell for sure by the lighting. You did notice however that her skin was a tint of pink, pale. What got your attention the most was how her eyes seem to have specks of gold in them.

You looked away when her eyes met yours, trained back on finding a bouquet. Your eyes flew to a group of lilies, blue and white.

You reached to grab it, gently rubbing your finger against the petals. This one is perfect.

You walked back to the counter, Leah was watching with a small smile as you presented it. "That one?"

You nod, before signing, "who was that woman?"

"Oh her? That's Amélia," she replied, you didn't miss how her cheeks dusted pink.

You rose a brow but waved it off, gesturing to the flowers.

"Oh right! 5.60$ please." You went through your wallet, passing her the cash and thanking her.

You went outside with the bouquet in hand, careful not to ruin the flower's petals or stem as you entered your car.

•▪°○°▪•

You stood in silence in front of the two gravestones.

(M/n) (L/n).
Died 1969-2015

She was a caring mother, and a loving wife, who would do almost anything for her family. May she rest in peace.

(F/n) (L/n).
Died 1966-2015

He was the sort of father you'd be embarrassed to be seen within public but was still as loving and caring. May his soul rest in peace.

You sighed, resting the flowers down between the two graves.

You held a grudge against your mother for leaving you and your brother the way she did. But you also couldn't forgive yourself for the grudge yourself.

How foolish of me, you thought with another sigh.

You sent them your regards, standing and just gazing at the graves while other passersby stared oddly. You normally minded if they did that, not liking having the attention. Though right now it didn't matter.

Your father had died in a car crash, your mother was in the car too. However, your father was the one to pass away in the crash.

For the weeks your mother recovered in the hospital, you always noticed the glassy eyes she held. Barely any emotions than sadness, you read into her like an open book.

When she finally was released, you and Keith offered for her to stay with the two of you... but she refused, wanted to be alone.

How horrible of a mistake that was.

She had committed suicide two days after, you supposed she couldn't stand being apart from your dad. They were like soulmates.

You hated her but loved her. The fact you held a grudge for her suicide was because she had other options. In the end, you guess it doesn't matter now.

Sorry mom, dad. Hope you finally met together in the afterlife. You thought, mouthing the words.

So with a final glance, you turned to leave.

•▪°○°▪•

"Who was that girl?" Amélia leaned back against the counter. "She was staring at me for a few seconds."

Leah glanced to Amélia, "a friend of mine, she hasn't visited in a while though. She's mute but has a knack for observing people. Does she creep you out?" Leah rose a brow.

"Non, not at all. I was simply curious. Do you think she'll be back, chérie?" Leah blushed, the name caught her off-guard.

"I hope so, she's really nice!" She replied, averting her eyes.

"If you say so," Amélia mumbles, taking a bite from the muffin in her hand.

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《A/n: I've actually started this book without a full plot, and was planning to improvise. Though now I do have a clear path in mind, so maybe it won't be short :^)

Ciao~!》