Time to mingle with people I guess. Talon and I walk around the art studio, with people all over staring, chatting loudly and admiring. We halt only at the picture we abstractedly depicted the girl's love and pain for leaving her lover. He then excuses himself and I let him, watching the picture and trying to picture how hurt both of the were. Barbara... or Aunt Bethany seems to know her colours. The picture is so beautifully depicted, the colours so bright in one place and dull in the others, as they show a couple very much in love but then heartbroken. My gaze moves to another, where it seems that someone is crying but seems utterly confused. Was she confused as to what to feel when she found she was pregnant or when she lost the baby?
That's when someone interrupts me. A feminine, w
