Sixteenth
274 Words
It was mid in the afternoon- none of her friends nor family had greeted her yet, and Clay didn't mind at all. The day isn't over yet after all. It was the only thing she expected for the day. Every notification, every vibration of her phone- messages were all she expected. Clay strolls in the middle of a park, a new season has come, fall. One of her favorite sights in LA. It makes the busiest part of a crowded place seem so calm, beautiful, and serene. More so, that orange is her favorite color.
She is with a sketchpad in hand, and this is how she would like to spend her day, in peace. Later, she plans to go somewhere she always wanted to go to, and now that she has the night off, it isn't impossible. When she's done sketching the leaf nearby, Clay reaches out for her phone. In all honesty, when a barrage of notifications came flooding on her cellphone as soon as she turned on the internet, i********: notifications were what she least expected.
And what she read after, is already more than enough a birthday gift.
It blew up the whole artistic community within the social media, and to be validated in that, with countless talents all over the whole world, Clay Cassidy doesn't know exactly what to feel. She is over the moon, and with so many people commenting, as if every second, she receives more of it. More notifications. For the first time in her life, she felt seen. The blonde was speechless, and after a few moments, "s**t," was all the word her mouth could.
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