CHAPTER 12

 EMERSON

University life raced by, leaving behind the echo of Gary's presence—an obsession I couldn't deny. The promise of crafting his portrait weighed on my mind. Amidst the ebb and flow of classes, Gary's message awaited me on my phone. Gary: Can you come over? Emerson: For what? Gary: For the portrait; your model is ready.

Daily texts from Gary became a source of butterflies, an addiction I wrestled with. Once a career-focused individual, I found myself questioning why I resisted endeavors that brought joy to my heart.

Despite the inner conflict, a text from Gary beckoned me, and I responded with a reluctant, 'Okay, I'm coming.' In his presence, I commenced the creation of his portrait. Gary, much like me, harbored aspirations of becoming a pilot. As my hands painted his features, I found it challenging to avert my gaze from his captivating green eyes,sharp jawline, and artfully messy hair. Painting became an intricate dance, my hands betraying my internal turmoil.