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Sitting at the center of the small room. The only room where he could express himself completely with out care of anyone or anything in the world. In the room he was in another planet and there he was the king. His left hand rested quietly on his lap as he stroke his brush smoothly on the board with the other. The calm sound of his breath filled the room same as the smell of his paints. He wiped a strand of sweat from his temple as he tried to recall the expression she had on her face. He planted his face again on the work .

Time has passed and he still remember her like it was yesterday . Her bronze skin , her almond closed eyes, her curves also the colour of her hair. She won't leave his head and he also won't let he image fly away as he thinks of her everyday. These days she comes to him in the night through his dreams and make sure he wakes up with a smile plastered on his face. He looked at the image again with amazement. In all his art works not even the ones that gave him millions of money or the ones that brought awards and thousands of applause made him feel extraordinary . He hit his chest as he roared with laughter. He was on his feet now as he couldn't control the flow of joy inside him.

It was beautiful and storytelling. She made it so . He looked at his masterpiece . She was beautiful. A sight to behold. He rubs his jaw as he wish he 'd see her again. Although he she didn't bless him by opening her eyes he felt lucky . For the first time in a long while he knew happiness.

Lying on a very massive table built of glass rather than steel , her leg crossed the other and dressed in a pant and bra under the quiet night moon. The red colour of her hair glowed as the cool breeze blows it near the fire . It was a rear image with power. Her bronze skin shines in the dark night of the forest . He had changed the scene to be a forest. She looked like a model there. He also changed the moment to be a happy one as a smile crawls it way to her face. He wondered what she ' d feel if she sees the painting. He will kill for that moment to come. He thought as he sat on the long stool beside the painting.

A knock on the door brought a chill down his spin . Another knock and he stood up. It was Ruth . It wasn't hard to know . " I brought you something. Your favourite. " He chuckled. He doesn't know what had gotten into her or up to but he hated it. At least she had time for him. He slowly walked out and made sure he locked the door. Ruth gave him a tight hug and a peck .

" Hey !" He said quickly to stop the upcoming kiss she was planning. " What's up? "

"Cool." She flatly answered before going to the balcony. She took a seat and he did the same. She had a sad face on that looked quite funny to him and he bursted into laughter. It got her as she looked at him confused. " What? "

"Nothing . Just thought of something I watched today? . He lied . " What is this Ruth?" All expression vanished from his face as he looked at the open boxes of pizza on the table.

"Your favourite sweetie " She let the last word out smoothly . She hopes that he could hear her emphasis on the word and follow up. She was getting tired of him addressing her by her name . It wasn't romantic.

On the other hand Jake felt disappointed. He doesn't expect much from her but he thought they had spent enough time together to know he doesn't fancy pizza any more as it brings old time memories he hates to remember. He choked with emotion when he saw her eating it . It took him sometime to regain himself . He quickly poured himself some juice . He drank till he drained the jug of juice. "Excuse me ." He said before walking briskly to the kitchen. He kicked the kitchen door open. He hit the wall hard and kept on hitting till he felt his blood dripping on the marble floor. So long he tried to hide this part of him not just from any one but himself . He closed his eyes and wished his usual tricks works but it didn't. He was furious at Ruth . He didn't want to show her . He took a long gulp of his favourite alcohol which had become his closest friend lately as he thoughts of what might be going on with Ruth. Why she had to change all of a sudden around him. She was faking it he knew . Pretending to be who she never can be. He sat on the long kitchen stool and prayed she doesn't walk in on him. He doesn't know how much of it he could take before he explodes.

After feeling him self calm enough he went to washroom near the kitchen and clean his bloody hands. Ruth was on call by the time he reached the balcony and had already finished her own pizza . She whispered something to the person on the line and hung up. " Are you ok ? " She asked with concern in her eyes. Seeing her look at him like that threw him in a puzzle . He didn't even know how to react anymore around her . When he look at her eyes this days he didn't see his friends . But looking at her that moment made him crazy. He didn't know who he was looking at anymore . Every day she was a different person. She wore her hair different . Makeup different , talks and walks differently.

"What's going on with you recently? Is everything ok with your work and family? "