Chapter 18
- I tilted my canvas to the left as I tried to get my paint brush at the perfect angle for my now fully developed yellow flower.
- Anytime I needed to think, relax or just be at peace, I just grabbed my supplies and made art. A bird chirped beside me as the cool evening breeze from the meadow whipped my hair all over in messy curls. I frowned as I ran my hand through it, seeing it as yet another reminder that Niall wasn't here.
- Since we've lived together, he had always combed my hair for me, simply because I could never tame the coily waves myself. However, since I had to go to bed alone last night, I didn't get my usual braids or twists, courtesy of my lovely mate.