Window to sky

We both walked into my home. It is not a home. It's just a huge prison where I live luxuriously, alone.

It is the first time someone is coming to my room. For the first time, I am not feeling alone here. Suddenly I am conscious of the cleanliness of my room. It's a mess. My painting brushes and canvas were all over the room and the teacups I never gave back to the maids. I cringed at the sight of my room. Why don't I clean? There goes my first impression.

"Oh, you paint?" She asked, looking with wide eyes. Among all this mess, she saw my paintings. I never showed my paintings to anyone. No one cares. No one is allowed inside my room. It's my cage. I live here.

I just gave a nod. She began to walk around my room and looked at all of my paintings. I was more than happy to explain my paintings and the meaning I gave to them. I don't know but I began to feel comfortable around her. What they said is true, talking to someone really helps to relax your mind, especially if it is about something you are passionate about. I love to paint. And she understood it. She pretended as if she understood everything. She clearly has no idea about this. But she doesn't want to put out my fire. She is being the fuel to it.

"I am really bad at painting." She started with a sigh. "I have absolutely no idea about this and I won't draw. The last picture I drew was a cluster of balloons. It's so dumb I know. Even small kids can draw better than me. Nothing can help to make me paint."

"I can teach you." I said.

"It's a talent, Austin. It can't be taught." She just laughed it away. I just shrugged. Anyone can draw. It's easy.

I just dismissed her excuse with a wave of my hand and put up a brand new canvas for her to paint. I collected paintbrushes from all around my room and dragged her towards the canvas which was by the window.

She hesitated before picking up a brush. The sky is so beautiful today. I love painting the dusk sky. It is filled with colours. And for her, it's perfect. She looked over at me with pleading eyes. I sighed and stood up from my chair. I went over and gave out directions for her to draw.

She watched from me to the canvas and to the sky. She is so curious and is trying her best to understand. It seems like she understood something as her face brightened up and she looked at me. I couldn't help but stare into her hazel eyes.

She was flawless and her eyes held innocence. She was staring back at mine and I don't know why, but I felt complete. Time stopped somehow and the only movement I could see was her eyes staring from my one eye to other. I am sure she too felt the moment freeze. Her face was glowing with the setting sun's rays. Her lips were pink and I am sure her cheeks are turning red slowly. Her breathing was slow. I curiously studied all her features. I could draw her. Her eyes will be a blend of brown and grey. Her lips will be pink and her cheeks are definitely red. I could cup her face inside my hands. It will fit perfectly inside my hands, won't it? Let's see.

I raised both of my hands to cup her face and I swear I saw her eyes becoming wide. The paintbrush in her hands fell and the clatter of it with one of my teacups filled the air. It felt like everything was going slowly and she leaned into my hands. Yep, it definitely fits. This is where my hands belong. It feels like I found my remaining half. It feels like I found something that I had been searching for this whole time and now my purpose is completed. I let out a breath that I don't know how long I have been holding and I felt myself relax. She is what I have been missing all these years. My heart is beating frantically. I doubt that she can hear it too. What is happening to me?