CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eleanor had been trying to lose herself in her art, seeking refuge from the emotional turbulence that had gripped her life. The art institute became a sanctuary where she could channel her emotions into her work, and the familiarity of creating allowed her to temporarily forget her inner turmoil.

Professor Thornton's classes provided structure and focus. She diligently threw herself into her assignments, using her creative talent as a means to find solace and avoid both Professor Thornton and Kamsi, She was always the first out the door as soon as class ended. Yet, beneath the façade of artistic immersion, her heart continued to grapple with the tempestuous feelings she had unleashed during her confessions to Kamsi.

One quiet evening, as she stood before her easel, lost in the rhythmic strokes of her brush, Eleanor found herself haunted by her last conversation with Kamsi. His abrupt departure after her heartfelt confession weighed heavily on her, she couldn't understand why he left like that, was he tired of her dumping all her problem on him? Did he now find her annoying? To be honest, it seems like he's avoiding her more than she claims she is. Their friendship, a source of unwavering support, now felt tenuous and uncertain. 

Eleanor's honesty had laid bare her innermost feelings, creating an ambiguity that seemed to linger between them. She couldn't help but wonder if Kamsi viewed her differently now. The unresolved tension left a void in her heart, and it seemed to cast a shadow over her artistic pursuits.

As her studio filled with the soft, warm glow of her desk lamp, her mind wrestled with the enigma of her emotions. Her choices felt as intricate as the strokes on her canvas. She was torn between the solace of her friendship with Kamsi and the uncharted realm of desire that bound her to her professor.

Amid the solitude of her creative haven, Eleanor found herself standing at a crossroads. The journey ahead was uncertain, fraught with the complexity of her heart's desires. The decisions she made in the weeks to come would not only determine her artistic path but also the intricate connections that defined her life.

AUTHORS NOTE: I know this chapter is a bit short but I've been experiencing writer's block, so this is just a filler chapter, The next chapter would be longer, I promise.❤️❤️ ❤️