LEAH
The sunflower on Tamara’s canvas looked so alive, in such a short period of time. “That’s beautiful,” I said, meaning it.
Tamara glanced at me, a shy smile playing on her lips, yellow paint smudged on her fingers.
“You could always put it in the sun, though the moon is out now, I am sure the sun would be eager to rise soon.” I joked, pointing to the window. “ To keep this masterpiece from wilting.”
She laughed softly and set the canvas aside, leaning it against the wall where the moonlight brushed the petals. “I will add a sun later,” she said, then fixed me with a steady gaze.
“I have a question Leah, and I need you to give an honest reply.” she requested.
“What's that?” I urged her to go ahead.
“Why did you ask me to paint? You know this won’t change my mind, right?”
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