The Painting
More than a week went by, but both Arthmael and Evelyn were too proud and stubborn to make the first move. So, they kept longingly looking at one another when they thought the other was not looking. And this was all harder than they had first thought... they missed each other like crazy. Yet it did not mean they weren't mad at each other still, because they were. "Remember that time when you fell from the tree and I tried catching you? We both ended up with our arms broken." "Of course, how could I forget?! Or that time you got so mad at me 'cause I couldn't seem to stand in the same position for more than five minutes, you threw all your paints at me." Estelle's girly giggles were all Evelyn could hear. "I thought mom was going to yell at you but instead she yelled at me. I swear to t
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