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soft lighting scales the tall ceiling, accentuating the various neon signs that scatter across different sections of the room. a punching bag hangs from the ceiling right next to the stairs, a vinyl broken heart plastered right onto it with a pair of deep red, boxing gloves to match for a safe, physical release of emotion. ( one she had used quite a few times since the day they hung it up. ) in one corner, a make-shift photo booth is set up with items donated to the gallery ready to be used; in another corner, a colossal pile of broken dishes from break up fights symbolize the final crack in a relationship. the white board next to the front door allows patrons to leave their love at the door, and already, it’s filled to the brim with messages. two walls are dedicated to video submissions without sound, sheets hung up to create a makeshift feel; to listen, rotary phones sit on a table near the bar that all play a specific set of videos. a stack of antique luggage, the tiniest on top, are open to show it’s gorgeous, velvet insides with slips of paper and pens, notes to exes in the tall, clear box on a luggage cart nearby.

the statement piece sits directly in the middle, where june finds herself now. ( it’s only second best to a small corner in the back, sketches placed diligently in frames right in a spot easily overlooked; it’s june’s favorite part of the entire gallery. ) a vintage, yellow couch surrounded by tiny knickknacks collected from a once-shared apartment, now completed with a giant teddy bear holding a be mine heart that had been bear-napped the week prior by a near-giant. ( it was in the name of love! , teddy attempted to defend himself just the other night. ) just the thought of the conversation elicits a random giggle in the middle of her conversation with her boyfriend - boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend. what? what’s so funny? nothing. just you.

she takes that moment to glance around at the near-full gallery, taking in the laughter and warmth radiating off of everyone ... then it hits her: THIS IS A SUCCESS. holy shit, she successfully opened an entire fucking gallery based on her own idea. she just... did it. no permission needed. it fills her body with an intoxicating feeling of pride, one she had never learned to have in herself until now. but then her crystal blues find matching baby blues and somehow, the feeling grows bigger than what her tiny frame can handle ( or frankly, what she’s aloud to do or say in public. ) so instead, june lets her gaze fall to the couch, grinning around her wine-filled glass.

“ IMAGINE HOW WE COULD’VE BEEN IN COLLEGE. high school, even. probably even more unbearable than now. “ an easy joke, one made with lightness, not regret. teddy’s laugh sounds like her favorite song, a melody only he can recreate. “ instead, “ she eggs on. “ we built a whole gallery before we got our shit together. “ she expects his sweet laugh again, one to mirror her own; instead, june finds a soft, lovesick grin that doesn’t hesitate to admit to her: “ YOU WERE WORTH THE WAIT. “

june realizes that there’s no possibility she’s been in love with anyone other than teddy lewis in this moment. when other partners paid a compliment or gazed at her with fondness, it never felt like THIS. breath taken away by a simple sentence, a genuine statement; it’s insatiable, the way she wants him near her always. a week without mental restrictions they put in place themselves and she’s ready to take his last name the second he asks her. she’s known teddy for so long and there’s so much more to him she doesn’t know still. she’s realizing, now, why so many works of art are centered around love; june would create anything that makes him smile.

the brunette has never been great with using her words, much less when her heart felt as if it would burst at the seems. she finds it much easier to bring herself to the tips of her toes and pull him into a gentle, soft kiss. it lingers in the way that feels private if viewed, but feels as if they’re the only two people in the gallery. the broken hearts gallery: a love letter to the hurt, the bruised, the damaged. that’s how june started at the beginning of this journey. but now, in the soft glow of the lights, she thinks maybe, in the end, it’s just as much love letter to teddy lewis.

@paintsart ❛ you were worth the wait.. ❜

#paintsart #answered.#* 005. old enough to know that we are young and in love. ( gallery. )#i cried a lot writing this

@paintsart : ❛ it’s so nice to finally meet you , mrs. lewis . ❜

giggles carry through the hallway of the hotel, heels in june’s hand as they attempt to shhhh at each other as if every guest downstairs didn’t see both of them leave the reception early. hand in hand, annoying as all hell but so fucking incandescently happy that june doesn’t pay any mind to the way she clings against her husband ( husband husband husband husband ) while he poorly attempts to unlock their suite. ‘ HURRY UP, they’ll catch us - ‘ can be barely made out through her whisper and coming onset of laughter when teddy pinches at her side, managing to swing the door open.

bare feet barely make it past the doorframe before lips are attached to hers, hands gripping her waist to press her up against the back of the door, and she barely registers the click of the lock behind her. it’s not the best kiss, all messy with wide smiles and teeth colliding, but it’s absolutely perfect. and june is just as breathless now as when they first kissed; something tells her that he’ll never stop making her feel dizzy. even when they’re eighty and living in a retirement home because their kids agree they’re still so fucking nauseatingly in love and oh my god, she’s never looked forward to growing old before now. teddy makes everything exciting.

THEIR LOVE STORY WAS TRULY HALLMARK MOVIE MATERIAL. boy meets girl, becomes best friends, pine for each other for almost ten years, including a big falling out, before finally getting their shit together. ( june could’ve done without the fight, but the end result was worth the stress. ) things moved fast once the initial confession happened ... what? there was no reason to wait years when it was clear as day how they felt now. engaged and married in less than two years .... unorthodox, especially coming from JUNE YOUNG, a woman who will probably overthink her last dying breath. but if there was anything she was absolutely certain of? it’s teddy lewis. always teddy.

this isn’t the first time that night he’s called her by her new name, far from it. but it’s the first time they’ve been alone, truly alone, all day. both of them catching their breath just for a moment, no more than a couple centimeters apart, and she feels the wind knock out of her all at once. THIS WAS REAL. juniper ivy lewis. the name she once secretly wrote in a notebook only to get so embarrassed that she threw away the paper in the girls bathroom immediately after even thinking about it was now her real, legal name. june never thought of herself to be ecstatic about taking someone else’s last name, but it’s teddy. and the way he lights up just calling her mrs. lewis will be forever burned into her memory. ‘ IT’S NICE TO BE HERE, MR. LEWIS. ‘ she’s grinning, neck tilted to meet baby blues, nothing but soft edges and fondness as her hands slide up his chest to hook around the back of his neck. ‘ took us long enough. ‘ and there’s something to be said about the teasing nature of her words, the underlying i love you that doesn’t need to be spoken. it’s in the way her eyes burst with emotion, hands cradling him with more care than she’s ever awarded herself, and lips that gravitate towards his in something so soft. ‘ but you’re always worth the wait. ‘

#ic.#paintsart #006 tbt.#:)

@paintsart : ❛ you didn’t just break promises, you broke me. ❜

PINKY PROMISE : a sworn, law abiding contract between two people by hooking pinkies together and kissing their thumb. june still remembers it like it was yesterday; they were eighteen years old, white paint can open & ready to paint over the their adolescence to prepare for adulthood. soft taylor swift vinyl in the background of her bedroom, caps and gowns looming on the back of her closet door to remind them how close the day was. teddy laying in her bed on his phone with june sitting at her desk, typing the finishing touches on her last high school essay. it came out of nowhere, really; soft-spoken small talk easily lapsed between them for the last few hours, bouts of comforting silence in between each cycle. his voice didn’t make her jump, but his words made her turn: WE WON’T FALL APART, WILL WE? the statistics were against them at every corner, condescending adults constantly reminding them that high school friendships never last. and she remembers thinking, how could i ever leave you? linking her pinky through his was the one of the easiest things she’s done, only under loving him unconditionally. NEVER. I PROMISE.

fast forward seven years, standing in the middle of a run down building, taylor swift playing over the bluetooth speaker on some abandoned table and EVERYTHING HAD CHANGED. tension filled the room all day, much different than the past few months had been. she knew that today was the day. this conversation was inevitable; june’s surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. he had been too lenient, too kind, too caring. teddy has always been soft around the edges, but a poorly patched up heart can only take so much. her lips spoke of promise, but her hands shattered their hearts like it was nothing and wow, was it fitting for her to dedicate a gallery to their broken pieces. ( after all, june has never been good with words. )

‘ I’M SO SORRY. ‘ and what else was there for her to say? drunken words were thrown around and she didn’t react fast enough, didn’t say i love you too, didn’t beg him to stay after telling him to go. everything june could’ve done wrong that day, SHE DID. ' if i could go back and do it different, i would. ‘ BUT SHE CAN’T ... and neither of them need her to say it; they already know. but she’s desperate. the single thread keeping them together is slipping from her grasp and goddammit, she just got him back. but pale blues watch him walk away, tears flowing just as steadily as they did three years ago. every cell in her body is screaming for him to stay ( oh, how the tables have turned ), but a quiet whisper reminds her she doesn’t deserve his mercy. he already gave her more than she deserved. and even with a shrine to shattered pieces all over new york, june can’t fix what she broke herself.

#paintsart #ic.#* 005. old enough to know that we are young and in love. ( gallery. )#well.#you did ask for both

THE ART ROOM IS A SAFE SPACE. and six months ago, june didn’t even know where it was. tucked away in the back hallway, next to an abandoned classroom, almost as if it wanted to be hidden from the rest of the world in order to feel the magic. it sounded cliché as fuck and she would be the first to admit how wondrous the room really did feel; if the clock was not mounted to the wall, the room could easily be a time vortex, zapping away every hour as if it had only been a minute. june never felt as if she got the FULL EXPERIENCE since she wasn’t artistically inclined, really only there to attend art club or hang out with her best friend.

which is where she finds herself now; humming along to the shared playlist teddy and her had made together for times like these. teddy’s off at his easel, creating a goddamn MASTERPIECE while june fucks around, cleaning up the messy room with a little dance along to the music. the grin on her face is easy-going and bright, mumbling a few of the lyrics under her breath as she tosses the paint brushes in the sink. we’ll wash those later. her smooth turn around from the counter stumbles as bright baby blues catch her off guard; it was clear that he hadn’t been painting for a solid moment, just grinning at her unabashedly. ‘ jesus, you scared me. ‘ her hand flying to her chest, attempting to catch her breath from her near-fall. give a girl some warning, teddy. ‘ ... WHAT? ‘ and somehow, his grin widens, cow-eyes twinkling at her as if he’d discovered the secret to life. ‘ you smile a lot more since we’ve met. ‘

that stopped her dead in her tracks, not expecting such a genuine sentiment to pour from his lips. sure, it was normal for either one of them to be sappy to the other, but the girl wasn’t prepared for it in that moment. it takes her one second to process, oh, right. he drew me before we met. and another for june to really let it settle in: did she really seem all that UNHAPPY then? she didn’t feel that way in the moment, or... WAIT. the realization hits her as quickly as his words sink in: YEAH. SHE DOES. before teddy was monotone, a splash of primary color here and there on a good day; being alone doesn’t immediately equate to being lonely, and yet, june had found a way to be surrounded by people and isolated from their experiences. with teddy is saturated with colors and textures that she wants to actively engage with; find out all their hidden secrets & let the warm tones shower her. of COURSE she smiled more now: TEDDY PAINTED IT HIMSELF.

she presses play back on the moment in her mind, unable to keep the silly, adoring grin from tugging at her lips. ‘ really? wonder what that could be about. ‘ she’s teasing him because it’s easy, because she loves it, and it’s even easier to lean in and press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek. it says everything june can’t communicate: thank you. it’s all you; it’s always you. ‘ now, BACK TO WORK, YOU SAP. i’ve been looking forward to seeing this piece get finished. ‘ without another word, june returns back to her cleaning, a headache inducing smile never even falling an inch. I HOPE HE SMILES A LOT MORE TOO.

@paintsart : you smile a lot more since we’ve met.

#paintsart #* 001. you and i have painted pictures in the sky. ( high school. )#(:#i love them so so bad #soosososos bad

@paintsart said: you look happier. short, soft, and shippy. accepting!

feet swing off the bench, hands tucked between her thighs as she watches strangers walk right past her without a second thought. though the city always feels too big to her, too open and too unpredictable, there is something about the gentle silence that occurs among the chaos. ella often comes to the park to clear her mind, to try and quell the voices that always seem to be echoing in the back of her mind. her charity is in its finally stages, and ella finds that she has every reason to smile, today. not just from her success, but from the presence of a friend as well.

turning her gaze towards teddy, ella tucks her chin into the collar of her sweater with an almost shy smile. a laugh releases into the air around them as she tries to find the words to encompass how she is truly feeling. for once, she seems to be at a loss. ❝ i suppose that i am. i find that there is always something to be happy about. i just happen to have a few of them, today. ❞

#paintsart #v: modern.#listen reading his bio........ i just think they'd BE SUCH GOOD PALS

JUNE LOOKED FORWARD TO THIS TIME OF YEAR EVERY YEAR. it’s as if she became a completely different person; constantly rambling on about theme ideas , decoration costs , potential sections that would make their event stand out from other schools. people do the same thing for dances , she says every year. it’s BORING. i’m not letting that happen to us. and every year - june went above & beyond for their school dances. not that the brunette wasn’t happy any other season , but it was clear with her excess of energy that she thrives off of this. giving others the space to create defining moments for themselves , creating memories to last a lifetime , immortalized forever in this one space ... it was EVERYTHING to her.

senior year is an over-all fairy tale theme and june really OUTDID herself. the gym is transformed into a magical garden , soft pinks , blues , and purples surrounding them everywhere. lanterns as center pieces at every table , fairy lights strung up to create the perfect atmosphere. they rented a photo booth finally - she had been fighting to get one for years now. it was like A DREAM COME TRUE. and yet , as fulfilled as it all made her , it wouldn’t be worth it without the absolute clown dancing with her right now.

teddy lewis is her forever date. there had not been a single school event that he wasn’t by her side at and vice versa. the perfect senior prom could not have been perfect without late nights in his bedroom discussing how to pull off an idea , taking a weekend to go clothes shopping together , & his long legs being the staple at every set up or take down. and he wasn’t even on the fucking committee. this was their last dance together & for someone who prided herself on not getting emotional in public , the young girl knew that it was bubbling up inside of her; walking into the building almost pulled the trigger & she had to make an excuse to go grab a drink in order to pull herself together. but goddammit - if june was not going to CELEBRATE THE FUCK out of this night; both teens getting accepting into a fucking ivy league institution was warrant for celebration enough!

‘ HEY! this is the shopping cart , thank you very much , ‘ june bristles ( fondly ) in his direction , pretending to be wheeling a shopping cart down a grocery isle , getting things from the shelves. but oh god , was the grin on her face blinding. ‘ i’d like to see you try to do something better! ‘

@paintsart ‘ i just don’t even know what’s going on with your dancing. ’

#paintsart #ic.#* 001. you and i have painted pictures in the sky. ( high school. )#jesus christ #this is so mf soft #oh my GOD

@paintsart .

june had never been FIRED before; a hard-worker and type a career woman didn’t fit the mold of being fired. and while the term let go had been used in her termination , the monetary struggle excuse was caught when she popped by the gallery to see a new hire already in her old position. if she CARED MORE , the brunette might have had a word with the manager. but being honest with herself? they were holding her back. the woman always needed a push in the right direction , something to get her stepping out of the comfort zone. … if that happened to be GETTING FIRED , then so be it! say la vie & move forward.

it wasn’t her dream to be an assistant , either; she wanted her OWN GALLERY. something that she creates from scratch , something that’s HERS. the drive had never been the issue. there were no CONCRETE ideas in june’s head. theories & influences flooded every inch , and yet? no main theme. teddy had attempted to help her for years , a listening ear ready to take in her nonsense as if it were his second language. that’s why when the idea had finally hit her , the car keys were in her hand and she was on her way without another thought. fingers drumming on the steering wheel with anxious energy filling her entire body; she had too much time to think about how she solidified this idea at three a.m. on a tuesday and the first person she wanted to tell was TEDDY - who 100% , without a doubt should be sleeping next to his long - term girlfriend at this time of night. but she couldn’t let that thought go to far for fear the artistic instinct would vanish from memory. a courtesy text with a quick reply from him solidified that this wouldn’t have to wait until the morning. her feelings could wait.

teddy was already sat outside on the steps when june pulls up , quickly turning off the engine & pulling the keys from the ignition. she didn’t waste another second before practically falling out of her car , pulling her cardigan closer around her body as their feet move in sync to meet in the middle , like they always have. ‘ … I HAVE IT. ‘ breathlessly , the words are thrown into the air between them. it’s not specific enough , she realizes after a beat or two; a quick shake of her head thinking - idiot elaborate - before her lips are pulling up into a grin. ‘ i’m sorry for pulling you out in the middle of the night , BUT - THE GALLERY. teddy , i finally figured it out. ‘

#paintsart #ic.#* 005. old enough to know that we are young and in love. ( gallery. )#i'm emotionally unstable about this

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