It all started with a painting,
She smiled showing me the canvas.
Bright colours of a fair with Ferris Wheel standing in the dark alone in the back, but there was a light coming from the top cart.
Absorbed in it, I felt as I was there.
Walking amongst the lights of a lit-up fair looking up at the Ferris Wheel wondering what the light is.
As the days passed like the moving cart of the wheel, I received a call from her, her voice filled with excitement.
She was going to be painting at a fair.
She wanted me as her plus one.
"It's like you're absorbed into the art I make, it's as if you're in there."
The days slowly swayed past as I waited for the weekend.
No detail as to what I would be doing.
The day came, she said meet her there.
I arrived and she told me to go to the Ferris Wheel.
It stood at the back of the fair with bright lights all over it.
As I approached the wheel I received a text,
"Wait at the entrance you'll see me."
I waited at the empty entrance, why was it running? No one was using it.
The down she came in the cart, canvas set, paints ready, a big smile, and an odd flashlight.
I boarded the cart and she handed me the light.
We reached the top and the cart stopped,
The lights went off and the fairground shone.
Her eyes glowed with the colours of the lights.
"Shine the light here."
I shone the light on the canvas as she began observing the lights.
She brushed the canvas with passion whilst mixing, blending, and making colours pop.
Her movements were graceful as she valiantly swayed her brush like knight swinging its blade.
She eventually stopped looking at her canvas, the smell of fresh paint circling the room.
She turned to me with a glowing smile and teary eyes.
"Thank you."
My chest went light as the flashlight flickered shut.
She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me in kind embrace.
Realising she was cold; I gave her my jacket.
The days passed and she hadn't shown up to school.
I visited her home; it was plain and simple.
When knocking on the door and elderly lady opened the door.
She looked at me with shock. I was pulled inside into a room filled with paintings,
I saw her painting from the top of the Ferris Wheel,
Under it was another, one of me, standing there with an off torch and bright lights behind.
I was handed a message,
"If you are reading this, I didn't make it out. I didn't want to hurt you with news of my illness. I was supposed to make it out of here and tell you how I felt. My world was blue before you came along, but when I met you, the colours shone bright. Thank you for making me happy. I leave you with a parting gift."
The old lady was in tears as I stood there.
The light in my Ferris Wheel had gone out.