She moved her finger furiously on the canvas, trying to get the shade of blue right but it seemed like she could never put the same image which was imprinted on her mind all the time on the canvas. But yet a twisted thought was dancing on her mind. Where she did wanted to get the color just right, make sure the grey in it could be seen. The slight gold which gleamed in that blue when it was in the sun, she wanted everyone to see it.
But then she wanted to hide it, be the only one who understood those patterns of colors. She wanted to be the sole existence to see the imperfections, flaws and perfection in that color. In those blue eyes which did things to heart mind. She wanted the image in her mind to stay hers, to never let anyone see how she saw him. She wanted him to stay hers, as he
