The Screaming Hope

Hana's POV

Lying in my bed, I let my bitter thoughts invade every one of my neurons. As I feel these thoughts reach a special portion of my brain, I feel my heart instantly squeezed. Hard. The blood flows around the infarction, then encircles it, before provoking another hard squeeze.
I won't hide it, I'm a bit confused.
A bit.
A bit??
Well, I can't understand the meaning of all the thing, honestly. I don't even know why I react this way!

When someone instantly change their mood, from over-happy to deadly depressed, there is something to worry about.
And, even more worrying, when someone runs away without giving any explanation.
And then, leaving you to your confusion, in the middle of an art classroom, in the middle of a high school, and in the middle of your thoughts. Even though it's less worrying than the rest.
Definitely. I should not react this way.
But how to react then?
Everything was quite perfect. My Art teacher and I were painting on a giant canvas, in a calm empty room, with inspiration running in our minds and expressing it on a paper. He was smiling. It was stunning. His smile is so unique. I can see it comes from a "fake smile", because his eyes aren't harmonized with the rest, and I clearly see the strength it takes him to smile. But... I can see there's hope behind it. The hope dominate the fake in his smile, so that a beautiful thing is created with a dull one.
How magical.
So we were painting. Sometimes, I wasn't doing the right movement, so he just stands behind me, grabs my hand, and guides me. I could feel his scent, his delicate, beautiful yet masculine scent.
"Like this... Back and forth in this way."
His words were filling my ears heavenly.
Yeah, definitely, I shouldn't have reacted like I reacted. During everything. A sound of a phone vibrating destroyed pretty much all the painting moment.
I've never seen eyes widen this large, this quick, this way.
As soon as Gerard read the message on his cellphone's screen, he disappeared.
When I say "he disappeared", I mean he grabbed his things and got out even more fast than Usain Bolt. He didn't even busy dealing with locking the class or telling me to get out or whatever.
No.
He flew away.

Notes

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I post from my mp4 so I know it isn't so organized... Anyway, hope you liked it, have a wonderful day or rest of the day :)
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