A Canvas of Arts and Dreams
Hey all! Here with chapter 2!!!! This was written by the amazing Maryam @the-bookish-soul I hope you all enjoy this as much as the first chapter! Next post will be next Tuesday, and if you would like to be tagged, feel free to leave a message or contact me ( @starsofshadowanddust ) or Maryam (tagged above)
Feyre wanted to kill the people who lived above her shared apartment with Mor. She couldn’t sleep because of the loud music. Feyre groaned into her pillow.
“Kill.Me.Now” Feyre muttered. Finally she had enough had went to the kitchen to grab a broom and with its handle she knocked the ceiling thrice but it didn’t work because they turned up the music. Feyre wanted to scream. She couldn’t think and was stressed enough because of her upcoming final year project which included partnering up with a fashion major.
Well, she did know one… shuddering at the thought. Not him. Never him. He was the one who still gave her nightmares. Just the thought… could make Feyre have a panic attack. She took a deep breath, calming herself down. She went to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. After that she laid down on the couch thinking about how much her life had changed after her toxic relationship.
She always felt her body tense up and quiver.
The support group with Mor was helping her get better and she didn’t want all the healing and improvements she made to go down the drain. Feyre eventually fell asleep into a dreamless state.
“Feyre! What are you doing sleeping on the couch?” Mor said shaking her awake.
Feyre didn’t want to wake up. She was finally at peace and also because Feyre was notoriously bad with mornings,” I couldn’t sleep in my room because someone was having a party and the music was to loud.”
“The party was thrown by my idiot cousin upstairs.” Mor sighed,” that’s why I went. I invited you to but no.”
Feyre looked at her best friend with narrow eyes,” I wasn’t in the mood.”
“I was going to introduce you to him. He’s a fashion major and I thought… you know.”
Feyre bit her lip,” yeah…I’ll find someone…eventually.”
Mor smiled, “ Get up we’re meeting up with Nesta and Cassian today. Amren coming along with them.” Mor started to pull her arm until Feyre fell to the floor.
“Alright I’m up. Let me get ready.” Feyre said as she got up and went to her room to get ready. The final year project was like a competition and the prize was a desktop for digital art . Feyre could never afford one due to it being expensive but she longed to have one and share her story with the world.
Feyre got ready and left with Mor to go to Rita’s cafe. As soon as they arrived Cassian waved over to them and Mor ran towards them while Feyre walked slowly. She drank in the sight with all different shades of blue and Feyre knew she couldn’t paint it because it was beyond her capabilities… that was what he said all the time. Lowering Feyre’s self esteem was his favorite pastime and it hurt Feyre like hell and there were sometimes where she wanted too…
Deep breath, Feyre. No thoughts on that. You’re free. You’re not a caged mouse anymore.
She smiled and sat down beside Mor. They had already ordered a coffee and a bagels . Feyre grabbed one and ate.
“Have you found a partner yet,Feyre?” Nesta asked her sister.
Cassian wrapped an arm around Nesta and surprisingly she leaned into his brace. Nesta had found someone and Feyre was happy about it.
“I was going to introduce her to Rhys but Miss- I -wanna - be -alone didn’t want to go to the party.”
‘Rhys? Could he be… no it couldn’t be my Rhys… He’s far away.’ Feyre thought sipping her coffee. She looked at the braided bracelet her most prized possessions and Someone almost threw it away.
“ you better find someone soon,girl. The semester is about to start again and our professor wanted to find partners before that.”
Amren was also an art major with a unique goth, modern art style and it always impressed everyone.
“Trust me I will,Feyre retorted.,”Mor you said that this Rhys, your cousin is a fashion major.”
Mor nodded smiling. Feyre sighed, regretting every word,” then I’ll meet up the day after tomorrow.” Mor squealed and hugged Feyre because Mors plan to set them up together was in motion. Amren smirked, Cassian grinned and Neta raised her eyebrows.
Little did they know that their meeting would be a lot earlier then they had anticipated.
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