Maeve
I’ve been staring at my latest project for an hour. I don’t know what possessed me to use clay. THE one thing I can’t do is object work. Gave up halfway through, and now it doesn’t look like a football, textured and modeled out of different facial features of my loved ones. It just looks like a lump of clay.
I grunt and reach for my phone. It indicated a message or a missed call earlier.
Checking, I see that it was Nael, and I smile instantly. Not one day without him calling or sending me some obnoxious message that makes me laugh.
A heavy weight has been lifted since I decided I will stay. Well, not really lifted. More like… shifted? Now it’s no longer on that decision but on … mating. And I’m nervous. Any experience I have had so far has been with Nael. I don’t count a few rat
