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CANVAS OF HEARTS

With a soft but possessive grip, he reached out and his hand gently curled around her neck. He turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to his searching gaze. His voice dripped with venom as he asked, "Why do you have a hickey on your neck?" "Canvas of Hearts" is a tale of passion, self-discovery, and the artistry of love. Eleanor must navigate the brushstrokes of desire on her canvas of life, making choices that will shape her art and her heart. Through triumphs and heartaches, she strives to find her true self and uncover the masterpiece hidden within her soul.

Bubugold · Urban
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13 Chs

CHAPTER EIGHT

Eleanor found herself in Professor Thornton's art studio, a space that felt like an intimate sanctuary filled with brushes, canvases, and the scent of fresh paint. She gazed at the work-in-progress on his easel, a mesmerizing play of colors and emotions.

As she examined the painting, Professor Thornton watched her with keen interest. "Eleanor, I've been working on this piece for a while now, and I'd value your perspective as a talented artist. Tell me what you see."

Eleanor took a moment to absorb the artwork. "It's powerful, yet delicate. I see emotions swirling beneath the surface, like a storm about to break free. It's as if the artist is trying to reveal something deeply personal."

Alexander's eyes met hers, and there was a profound understanding between them. "Art has a way of revealing our innermost thoughts and emotions, even those we keep hidden from the world."

Eleanor hesitated for a moment, her thoughts circling back to her family, the tensions of Thanksgiving, and her dreams of being an artist. She found herself opening up to Professor Thornton in a way she hadn't expected. "You know, my family and I had a big argument today. They don't understand my passion for art. It's always been a struggle between their expectations and what I truly want."

The professor's gaze held empathy as he listened to her. "Eleanor, I meant what I said, it's not uncommon for artists to face such struggles. Your journey is uniquely yours, and sometimes it means navigating through complicated emotions."

Eleanor felt a connection with him, a bond that transcended the boundaries of student and teacher. She moved closer to him, her eyes locked with his. It was a moment charged with unspoken emotions, the unearthing of desires she had long kept hidden.

In the warm, intimate glow of the studio, their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling as they hovered on the precipice of a kiss. But just as their lips were about to meet, The professor pulled away slightly shaking his head.

His expression looked pained, his breath slightly ragged, "Eleanor, as much as I'm drawn to you, as much as I desire this, I can't. I can't allow this to happen. It's not right, and I can't risk it."

Eleanor's heart pounded in her chest, torn between her own desire and the professor's restraint. He continued, his voice filled with longing and determination. "Please, Eleanor, leave. Before we both do something we'll regret."

With a heavy heart, Eleanor stepped back, their connection left unresolved. The studio was filled with unspoken emotions, a powerful moment of desire and restraint.

Eleanor left Alexander's studio, her heart heavy with the unfulfilled desire and the weight of her family's expectations. The hallways of the school felt like a maze of emotions, each step taking her further from the beautiful looking professor.

As she approached her apartment building, her thoughts still entangled in a web of complexity, she noticed a figure leaning against her door. It was Kamsi, she immediately felt better, it's funny how her neighbor has come to mean so much to her.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, and there was an unspoken understanding in the air. Kamsi had seen the tumultuous emotions in Eleanor's eyes before.

Without a word, Kamsi took a step forward and pulled Eleanor into a warm and comforting hug. She nestled into the embrace, finding solace in the simple act of his embrace.

After a moment, they parted, and Kamsi asked with a gentle smile, "Rough day?"

Eleanor nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have no idea."

Kamsi offered her a kind smile and gestured toward her door. "Want to talk about it?"

Without a word, Eleanor unlocked the door, and they entered her small, sparsely furnished apartment. The silence between them was comforting, the kind that didn't demand immediate conversation.

Eleanor finally broke the silence, her voice filled with the frustration and vulnerability that had been building all day. "It's my mum. She's still on my ass to quit art and find something more stable. Kamsi, I've been caught between her expectations and my own dreams for so long, and it's tearing me apart."

Kamsi listened attentively, his eyes filled with empathy. "Eleanor, sometimes family can be the hardest to convince when it comes to following your dreams. But if you're sure this is what you, you have to fight for it."

As he spoke, Kamsi's presence was a soothing balm for Eleanor's wounded heart. She found herself sharing more with him, the weight of her emotions lifting as she spoke.

As the evening progressed, they talked about classes starting up soon, Eleanor realized that Kamsi had become more than just a charming neighbor; he had become a lifeline, he understood her better than most did.

As night fell, and Eleanor's apartment was bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, she knew that her journey was far from over. The complexities of her family, her passions, and her budding feelings for her professor still lay ahead. But in Kamsi, she had found a friend who would stand by her side, ready to support her through the challenges that awaited.

They both stood by her door as she bid him goodnight, Eleanor looked into Kamsi's eyes and said with sincerity, "Kamsi, I'm really grateful to have you as my friend, honestly, I don't know what I would do without you. I don't want to lose you as my friend."

Pain briefly shone in Kamsi's eyes, but he brushed it away with a smile. "You won't lose me, Eleanor. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Eleanor, feeling a sense of camaraderie, added with a grin, "You know, I didn't bring you any leftovers, but you should've joined me for Thanksgiving. We could have joked about how terrible mum's cooking is."

Kamsi chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Next time, for sure. But remember, I've got high standards for food."

As the night continued, their laughter filled the hallway, a welcome respite from the turmoil of the day. Eleanor was grateful for the connection she had with Kamsi, a friend who shared her challenges and her laughter, and she knew that the complexities of her journey would be easier to bear with him by her side

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