GOING TO THE GALLERY WITH @ceciliacarlisle
Wesley had a secret, a secret that only a few people in his life knew about. It was something that could calm him down faster than a drink and it could clear his mind better than the smell of fresh air. That secret happened to be art. For as long as he could remember, Wes loved to paint. The passion started as a child when he fell in love with the way the paint felt on his fingers. That love progressed to the feeling of a brush and how it felt when caressing a canvas. To him, painting a picture was the closest thing to magic on this earth. However, this talent of his didn’t quite match the rest of his personality which was why he only painted when no one was home and why he attended the art gallery by himself. It was his secret that he hoped to take to the grave with him.
Another day off, another trip to the gallery. Wes never spoke to anyone, he simply did his rounds and admired the art. However, for the past few weeks there had been a different kind of art that he had been admiring. There had been a woman that he had been exchanging glances with, but never anything more. Once again as Wesley did a walk through, he saw that familiar face. He sent a tiny grin her way before his attention went back towards a painting.