My Love From The Canvas

Chapter 4: He looks so much better... part 2

Jamie's POV

I woke up at around 11.30am panting slightly and I look to my left and see a beautiful sight I take this time to really look at him his messy black hair that just just grazes his eyelids and just curls at the ends I reach up and run my fingers through it and it’s just as soft and fluffy as it looks his warm tan skin off set by the red of his perfectly kissable lips that are just slightly parted. After staring at him for about ten minutes I finally snap out of the trance I’m in and sit up. To stop myself from doing anything creepier I get up and go to the bathroom.

When I come back I notice that Patrick is awake; he looks at me and breathes a sigh of relief. When he gets up and holds my hand to help me back to the bed my heart flutters. I love the feel of his hand holding mine. He looks at me with concern in his eyes and asks “Are you feeling any better?”

“A little bit, thanks for asking. And if you don’t mind me asking. What are you still doing here?” Not that I wasn’t happy that he was here but I had to ask.

“I have some things I need to tell you. Part of me wishes I didn’t have to tell you but I don’t know what else to do.” he looks so worried that I started to become worried too but I waited for him to continue.

“I didn’t just meet you last night and I wasn’t just walking by. I’ve actually known you for a long time and you’ve known me you just didn’t know it. I know this all sounds crazy but just please hear me out, okay?” This is starting to scare me.

“Okay?” I asked more than stated.

“I’ve lived in that building for the past 55 years…” I open my mouth to interrupt but he puts his hand up for me to stop. When I close my mouth he continues. “For the most part it was pretty boring, just people watching all day everyday for years. Then one day a short red head walked past me, she had glasses and freckles and she lit up the whole room. She sat down and took out a book and started to read and she read like that for the whole day and I couldn’t take my eyes off her then she left and everything was dull again. Until a week later when she came back then a week after that she came back again and again and again. She quickly became the best part of my week. I started to long for her when she wasn’t there and dread her departure when she was.” If he’s talking about me then he’s been watching me for the past 9 years. I should be more scared but I can’t help but be curious where he’s going with this.

He looks up and smiles and seeing that smile relaxes me a little and I guess that prompts him to continue. “When I heard from the staff that you were going to be working there I was on top of the world and I could see you everyday. Then you started to stay long after work was over and I was just crazy enough to hope that you enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed yours. “His eyes get this sparkle while he’s talking and I can’t help but blush. “Listen I know this sounds crazy but…” Just then a nurse knocked on the door and came in “Sorry to interrupt but the police sent over your things from the crime scene and here are your clothes from last night sir.”

“Thank you.” me and Patrick said in unison.

Patrick takes my bags from the nurse and opens my art bag and pulls out a painted canvas. I’m not from this world.” He says as he hands it to me. I look at it. It's a replica of my favorite painting however it's not completed because the subject of the painting is still missing. As I’m looking at it I hear the bathroom door open I look up and two things become astoundingly clear: 1) He looks so much better in a three piece suit than he does in scrubs and 2) He is the spitting image of the subject that is absent from the painting complete with the bright red flower in the lapel. I try to think of any possible explanations. However obscenity aside it is an undeniable fact that Patrick stepped out of my favorite painting. Literally.

Once the truth becomes clear the incredibleness of the whole situation builds up inside of me I try to speak but I can’t form a coherent sentence “You- I- That can’t be possible” 

He walks towards me “Do you believe me now?” He asks as if I have any choice after all the proof I’ve seen. “I kind of have to don't I. The proof is right here, I have so many questions… “ Right before I can ask him a multitude of questions my parents and Sophia come into my room. Patrick moves to the back of the room if he thinks he’s getting off that easy he’s got another thing coming. I look to him and give a silent promise to ask my questions later once we’re alone, he nods back agreeing then backs out of the room.