Muse (Closed)

[heartofcourage]

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Emily Matthews
Age: 25


The sun filtered in the gloomy room high from high above her head, making everything around her glow in a yellowish light. Brushing aside her long red hair, Emily looked at the blank canvas before her and shook her head. Reaching out and pressing her palm flat against it, she let out a long sigh as she pushed the canvas over, a satisfied clatter sounding against the silence as she slid off her stool and walked to the dirty windows.

Outside the world went on, people walking about the streets below without a care. She wished that she could live without a care, but that part of her life had ceased to exist. It had all ended with a phone call…

Emily jumped when her phone decided to ring at that exact moment. She walked across the scarred wooden floor of her studio that was cluttered with unused paint supplies. She pulled her home off the receiver and placed it against her ear.

“Hello?” She asked, her husky voice sounding strange to her own ears since it was so rarely used.

She rolled her eyes as her agent, Max, sounded on the other end. She detested her talks with Max. They were either full of more gloom or sickening optimism. Today he sounded incredibly cheerful as he told her about an opportunity that she couldn’t pass up.

“And what opportunity is that?” She asked, playing along with his little game as she leaned against the wall, her eyes drawn to the image of a woman painted in dark reds and oranges.

She smiled, thinking about the morning that she had woken early and seen her darling Matty illuminated in predawn light. She was nude from the waist up, their sheets tangled about her ample bottom, and she looked positively beautiful. Oh, Matty…

“What was that?” Emily asked as Max paused in his conversation. “You don’t need to send me a model. I was just getting ready to start painting.” She lied, glancing at her canvas that was lying on the floor. “No…Max…please…”

She couldn’t get a word in edgewise after that as he insisted that he would do anything for his best selling artist. No model was too good for her and he had the best on her way to meet her. She growled under the breath, brushing her head out of her face as Max wished her a good day and hung up.

“Fuck…” She murmured, a storm cloud of emotion issuing forth as she slammed the phone back on the cradle, her bare feet carrying her back and forth across the studio as she thought about what he was trying to do. He was antsy for new work. It was almost a year since Matty…no, she couldn’t think about that. It would only serve to cloud her mind, make it even more impossible to get inspired.

Pausing in her pacing, she pressed her forehead against the windows again, searching the streets below for something that only she could see. Perhaps inspiration would come today. Maybe the need to paint would make her fingers itch yet again. She doubted it, but she needed something to happen and soon.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa/Me

Alysa stood perched upon the stool. Her frown informed everyone that she was not happy. This here lately was a fact everyday on end. Her boyfriend was jerk getting her these stupid hundred dollar gigs for photographers who she has never heard of before and always has excuses to why she wasn’t called for the bigger ones. She just shook her head at him when he came up hands turned upright shrugging his shoulders as he has done the past fifty times or more, she lost count.

“Don’t even say it Jimmy!” She hoped down from the stool running hr fingers through her hair, “That’s it, I not dying my hair anymore, if they don’t like me as a red head then they can go to hell Jimmy.” she held her hand up. “They can go to hell…I’m not dying my hair to bimbo blond anymore.” she cursed grapping her purse and storming out of the garage, “She stops and shakes her head, When am I going to learn.” She looked over her shoulder at the garage. “Hell they couldn’t sell this place for a hundred bucks!” she kicked one of the beer cans out of her way.

“Alysa!” Jimmy’s voice chased her down, as for he was falling farther behind her storming away. He was fumbling around with folders of her shoot, contacts that cost more for the paper than the contract itself. “Come on I’m doing the best I can.” He yelled at her again only to receive the BIRD! Bending over and grabbing his knees, he waved her off.

She walked down third Ave looking at the posters of other models, reading the fine print on who was the supporting agency and to her utter surprise, not, was white pine it seemed like they have their fingers in everything and everyone. “Shit,” she sighed maybe she shouldn’t have kick that man in the nuts when he took liberty and took a feel of her ass while she was in their studio but it pissed her off.

“Fuck,” she pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Fuck you Jimmy… What? NO… JIMMY! Shit” she looked down at he watch and shook her head. “That bastard.” she hissed she had only about forth-five minutes to get to this new gig ‘Jimmy you better hope this pans out!’ she growled her hand rising up to wave down a cab..

“126 Emerson Ave.” she muttered slamming the door shut. She went over the information that jimmy gave her. She hired by a Max Cortez and was to go model for an Emily Matthews. “Well at least it’s for a woman for a change,” she muttered as the cab pulled up. “I hope she don’t mind meeting me in this.” She looked down at her black shorts and white tank top. “I don’t feel like putting on a fake personality right now so this is it chick the real me your getting.” She made her way up the stairs! What the hell! She looked at the out of order sign on the elevator. “Just my fucking luck.” She made her way up the stairs and by the time, she made it up to the top she was a pool of sweat.

She knocked on the door, breathing heavy…




She Knocked on the door, breathing heavy..

 

[heartofcourage]

With the canvas set back upright, Emily moved to arrange the room to her specifications. She positioned a plush chair in the middle of the room, making sure that it sat in the middle of the light that was still spilling in through the sky lights of her studio. Tilting her head one way and then the other, she sighed and threw up her hands in frustration.

Moving to her small bedroom, she changed into her painting clothing. Denim overalls and a white tank beneath were what gave her the freedom to put her thoughts on canvas. It had just been a while since she’d worn them and they were suspiciously clean of paint and grime. Matty had always been onto her about her clothing and how they always seemed to be stained with linseed oil and pigments. If only Matty were around to worry about such things anymore.

Emily turned towards the door as a heavy knock sounded on it. She finished snapping the last strap on her overalls and moved into the studio, opening the door to find a woman standing there, panting for breath. She cocked an eyebrow at her, brow furrowing as she tried to figure out if there were something wrong with her.

She wasn’t like any other model she’d ever seen. Shorts and a tank top were not what most people showed up to her studio wearing. She’d also seen better hair dye on drag queens, but it seemed that this was the person that was here for her.

“Come on in.” She said, turning from the door and entering back into her lair. She pointed towards the chair and moved to sit on her stool in front of the canvas, waiting for the woman to follow her silent instructions.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa’s brow rose over her deep blue eye at the long hair red that answered the door. She watched the woman walk away and she instantly seen the evidently unused recently garb that clung to the painters form made her wonder suspicious at the talent of this painter she was to model for. Her eyes rolled as the painter pointed towards the chair without saying a word.

Running her hands through her hair giving it that wild look, she pulled her tank top off, dropped her shorts and took form on the chair. She knew how to be seductive from many of Jimmy’s photo shoots to know a few good ones. But she stayed open minded for rebuttal of her position when it came.

She licked her lips to give them a slightly wet look; her body still glistened with the perspiration of her staircase workout. Her form laying in a fetal position across the seat and the two arms, her breasts covered by her left arm shooting across them but the roundest curve still visible on both sides of her arm. Her womanhood covered by her draping left leg. Her head propped up with her right arm. Her eyes narrow, her lips slightly parted.

She tried to figure out the silence from the painter; most greeted their models and asked questions about their poses or what they would enjoy as their setting background, but this one was a finger pointing to a sun lit chair. This was either going to be a very long painting session of boredom or one that ends up a waste of time for them both.

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily sat behind her canvas, doing her best to ignore the woman that was stripping and arranging herself on the chair that she’d placed in the middle of the room. She nervously placed her brushes in a neat little row, her pile of pigments and paints set up and mockingly looking at her. It was like they were taunting her, daring her to open them and create something.

When her gaze did turn back to the woman in the chair, she paused. The woman was most definitely beautiful but it was apparent that she needed some help in the posing department. An attempt at the sex kitten look did not become her and Emily wrinkled her nose as she stared at the woman for a long moment.

“So…” Emily started, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she looked from the blank canvas to the woman and back again. “That position’s all wrong.”

She was blunt, to the point, but she was honest about it a least. The woman was an amateur or at the very least someone that had never been taught to truly pose. When the woman didn’t move, Emily sighed in frustration and slid off her stool.

“Like this.” She said as she reached out to touch the woman’s soft skin. As those full lips parted to talk, Emily shook her head. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice. It would ruin everything.”

She worked to reposition the woman in a way that was more earthy and honest. Her right foot was brought to the floor and her left leg draped over the side of the chair. It elongated the body, opened her to Emily’s view completely. The hands that were hiding her intimate area were pulled aside, exposing the woman’s breasts. Emily didn’t notice any of that. She was lost in a haze of concentration, looking at the woman not as a model but as a potential painting.

She placed the woman’s right hand next to the now exposed pussy, curling her fingers to make it look as if she were just reaching to pleasure herself. The woman’s other hand was thrown haphazardly away from her body, gripping the back of the chair as if she were in the throws of passion.

“Don’t look at me. I want you looking at the ceiling.” Emily said, the familiar itch settling into her fingers. “And whatever you do, don’t move.”

She bounded back across the room, settling behind her canvas again as she looked at the alluring picture that the woman made. It was truly seductive without being overly sexual. Still, something wasn’t quite right with the way the woman was laying there. The look in her eyes wasn’t there.

“Think about the last time you pleasured yourself. You’re laying there like a dead fish.” Emily grumbled.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa eyebrow rose slightly over her blue orbs when Emily mentioned that the positing was all wrong. She just stared at the painter with a quizzical look upon her face. She knew that most painters and Photographers wanted slight changes but this women was criticizing her whole lay out.

She looked at Emily still puzzled and a little upset. When she touched her that was a problem, but before she could say anything this woman knew she was going to say something and told her not to say a word for it would ruin everything. If she didn’t need the money she would have already told this painter to go to hell and would have been out the door already.

But she said nothing, and allowed the painter to do her full repositioning of her body. The way her painter had her pose was more reveling than what she has ever done and she felt a little to open this would cost more that would be for sure. She couldn’t believe how cold this woman was and how blunt she ripped her positioning to pieces.

She gave her best seductive glance and tilted her head when the painter didn’t even want to look at her, but the ceiling, her eyes were part of her appeal everyone commented on her eyes and this painter wants her to look at the ceiling? Fine so she laid back and looked at the ceiling her anger slightly growing.

Her outburst of her wanting her to think about the last time she played with herself for she was laying there like a dead fish was the last straw.

She stood up and walked toward her. “Who the hell do you think you are? Let me tell you something, I don’t need to play with myself for I have people in my life. Which is more than I can say about you. So lets work on you now shall we? I don’t see any recent work from you so that tells me you either suck at this and get your jollies off by looking at nude models exposing themselves to you since you cant get anything else. Or you lost you drive and I’m here to try and make you gain it. For you haven’t worn that get up in a while so tell me which is it?

Anger burned in her eyes..






 

[heartofcourage]

Emily had always had the knack for tuning out people, especially when they were angry. It had been something that drove Matty insane when there were problems and a fight would ensure. As the model stood from the charge with flames in her eyes, she watched the woman walk towards her, ranting and raving about something that she chose not to listen to.

Instead, Emily picked up her brush and started to put paint on the canvas. She painted in reds and oranges, dark browns and blacks. Angry colors is what she would call it and she focused on her work as the woman continued to rant.

“Finished?” She asked when the words stopped, her hand not halting as she painted the basic outline of the woman’s body as it had been positioned on the chair.

“I don’t need a model, even an amateur like you, to inspire me. You aren’t here to try and drive me to anything.” Emily’s voice remained cool and calm as she painted, the woman’s eyes boring into her as she worked. “And I’m truly sorry that you have such a chip on your shoulder, but this is the way that I work. If you want your $100 or whatever money Max is paying you, I’ll vouch for you and you can go.”

Emily made one last angry swipe across the canvas and placed her brush down. The painting was rough, quick, showing her inner pain and the angry words that the woman had shouted at her. She painted what she’d seen in the few moments that the woman had posed for her, the face left unfinished.

Finally turning her gaze towards the woman, she stared into her blue eyes for a moment before she sighed and shook her head, sliding off the stool and moving back towards her bedroom. There would never be another Matty. She needed to accept that. Still, what she’d left on the canvas spoke of passion that she hadn’t felt in so long.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa Shook her head in bewilderment as Emily slapped her with the word finished as if she was a child who has been raving. She bit the bottom of her lip as she realized that she walked into that one. She put her hand upon her hips thinking back that his morning was the basic beginning of this completely screwed up day, and like now it was Jimmies fault. He puts her with these washouts who blame her as being the amateur so they cant face that fact that they are all washed up.

“You don’t need a Model? Have you looked at this place?” She looked around “Talk about Davie Jones locker this is it. If this is your inspiration.” She rises her hands up, “You might want to hit the unemployment office tomorrow.” She walked toward the painting, wanting to see what she was putting on paper. The way she was moving it was more than likely just slash painting.

Emily’s last words hit home, “Fuck you and your high horse you think your on. I don’t need your hand out.” So tell me Emily why haven’t you sold anything in nine months if you didn’t need inspiration…Hmmm?” she continued to hit on that subject for it seemed like that was the only thing got her to fire back.

Alysa looked at the painting slightly tilted her head she had a little experience of reading the stokes that artists make, many times she went to the galleries and read what the artists were trying to say to people through their painting. And this one screamed pain.

She walked the way that Emily went, looking around for anything that might back up what she thinks is going on with the painter. Seeing nothing she was just going to take a shot in the dark and hope that she read the painting right. She followed the hallway till she came to a few doors checking them to see if she was in one of them or not. She came to the last door slowly she opened it and walked in.

“Who was she?”

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily sat on the edge of her bed with a deep sigh, her head cradled in her hands she thought about the temperamental model that Max had hired for her. She’d painted what she wanted to and now the inspiration was gone. She didn’t want the woman that was in her stupid. She wanted Matty.

Glancing up as the door open, she scowled as the woman walked into her personal domain like she owned the place. Her eyes narrowed as she asked in a soft voice who she was missing. Emily gritted her teeth and heaved in a large breath.

“She’s none of your concern.” She said, her eyes turning from the woman in the doorway to the picture of Matty that sat on her bedside table. She was so beautiful in that picture, her long blonde hair spilling around her tanned face as her green eyes sparkled in the dying light of day.

“Listen, we got off to the wrong start.” She said softly, finally making a concession that one or the other needed to back down from the tense situation. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

She glanced back towards the woman before her and extended her hand. “I’m Emily.” It seemed strange that they were just now getting to introductions, even though the woman stood naked before her like it weren’t a big deal.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa only looked at her with a raised brow. “This is true, It’s not my concern. “ She walked in a little more and looked where Emily looked. The woman in the picture was beautiful. She had the deadly factors, blond hair, green eyes, tan body. Alysa witness the look, she knew that look of love. She also knew this was the response of someone still hurting.

Alysa shook her head when Emily apologized for making her uncomfortable. “You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, you just pissed me the fuck off.” She replied walking a little more into the room. Her eyes moving about taking in the objects of the room. The picture told the story completely.

Alysa looked at her and wondered why she were pushing so hard at this woman, why did she even care what was going on with her. She didn’t know that this woman existed twenty minutes ago. But there was something about her that seemed to pull Alysa toward her.

Alysa took Emily’s hand. “Hi Emily, I’m Alysa. “ she released Emily’s hand. “She was your inspiration, your reason to paint. She brought immense happiness, put life into you. What happened to her?” Alysa moving closer to the woman realized how beautiful she was. Alysa wanted to touch her face to comfort the pain that she saw. She felt drawn to her.

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily looked up at Alysa as she continued to ask her about Matty. Clenching her jaw tightly, she thought about the afternoon that she’d gotten the news that the love of her life was gone.

“She died.” Standing from the bed, Emily moved to the window that overlooked the street and sighed deeply. “In a car accident.”

Matty had taken her bicycle downtown to gather some fruit and vegetables from the farmers market. She’d been gone almost an hour before Emily got the call from a friend that there had been an accident. An elderly lady didn’t see her in the crosswalk and hit her head on. Matty had survived the accident, but lingered in a coma for two weeks before Matty’s mother had made the decision to turn off the life support.

“It doesn’t matter though.” She said softly, turning back to face Alysa as she stood there staring at her. “I take it that you’ve been modeling for photographers, right? Doing it for me would be quite different.”

She moved towards Alysa and raked her eyes quickly up and down her body, assessing her in the cool way that she was known for. “It’s not particularly hard work, but I can be demanding. If we find that we can work together well, I can talk to Max about raising your rate.”

She shrugged her shoulders then, wondering if the woman would accept the terms and stay as her model.

 

[AlysaNewport]

“I’m sorry. I knew something bad happened for you to be the way you are at the moment. I know I don’t know her but if she was your inspiration to painting which I think she was. She wouldn’t want you to stop now. You have a gift that most people only dream about.”

Alysa was about to say something but refrained and replied to the next statement that Emily made. “Yeah, and not very good ones either if I may be bold about it.” she smiled and lowered her head down. “I have found that out.” She pointed back out toward he studio.

Alysa smiled at the sizing her up look that Emily gave her. She nodded to the statement of it being demanded, “Yes, I could tell that as well but I can handle it. At least I will be working for a beautiful lady instead of a big belly buffoon who thinks all the women wants him. “the pay is fine the way it is, but I will take more if he wants to offer.” She smiles taking a step closer to Emily. The magnetism was stronger than ever now that this side of Emily was showing.

She licked her lip and bit her lower lip looking at her. Wonder if she should but then she looked over a the picture and realized it would be too soon. So she slowly backed away. “Sorry.” was all she said before turning around and headed back toward the door. “OH, I will start moving in tomorrow.” She replied walking down the hallway.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Wait, move in?” Emily asked, following Alysa back out the door into the studio. “I didn’t say anything about…Max promised you a room, didn’t he?”

Emily cursed under her breath and glanced at the empty room that was next to hers. It was Matty’s meditation room, one that had been cleared out a long time ago and now stood as empty as her soul. She was staying in this big place by herself. It might be nice to have another person around, she thought to herself as she turned back to Alysa.

“Alright, alright. You can move your stuff in after 10am, but if I’m painting you are not to disturb me.” She said, her hands placed on her hips as she assessed the woman that was walking towards her clothing that had been dumped on the floor.

“And for God’s sake, please stop dying your hair. Whoever’s doing it for you makes you look ten years older.” Emily groused as she moved back to the canvas and looked at the painting once more.

She would have to fill in Alysa’s face later and then she would take a picture and send it to Max. He’d be overjoyed and probably already had a buyer for anything that she came up with. What she’d asked Alysa had been a simple request. Matty would have smiled and given her best orgasmic expression to help her fill out the details. Perhaps she could put Matty’s face on Alysa’s body. Would that be wrong?

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa looked back toward Emily with a confused look upon her face. Then she put figured it out and she thought Jimmy was low on the shit he did. She took a step toward her, “Yes, he said that would be part of my payment was living quarters.” She shook her head, “I thought you knew…Umm, I can refuse if you want me too.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Ten am, “ she replied her agreement. “Emily,” she turned back and looked at her, “If your painting then more than likely I will be in that uncomfortable chair while you are painting. Remember I’m your model now.” She smiled and picked up her clothes and put them back on.

“Finally somebody wants me for myself a natural reddy.” She failed out to Emily. Stopping at the door and turning around to look at her. “Hey Em, Get some comfy clothes on your going with me.” She leaned up against the door. “Chop, Chop.” she raised her brow like a don’t debate me look upon her face. She watched Em looking at the painting and spoke up. “Em, You have to let her go. You cant see her in everything. Besides,” she pushed herself off the wall and walked toward her. “Its not fair to me.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily was startled when Alysa turned to her and told her to get dressed. She started to shake her head, her lips parting when she saw the look that told her that she better not debate the woman that was standing there in front of her.

She knew that she needed to let Matty’s memory rest, but it was so hard to give up on her. She had been her everything and to even think about moving on made her heart ache in the most horrible way.

“Give me a minute.” She said, moving back into her bedroom and dressing in a white button down shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Slipping into a pair of leather sandals, she ran a brush through her hair quickly and then moved back into the studio.

“So, where are you dragging me?” She asked, following behind Alysa and locking the door to the apartment behind them.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa smiled when Em turned and walked back to her bedroom. She bit her lip and looked down to the floor. “Alysa what are you doing?” she whispered to herself. Em was gorgeous and her time with Jimmy was hitting an all time low. She need to feel alive again and so did Em. She was hoping they could help each other become flowers once again.

She looked Em up and down and smiled at her. “WoW, Your what we call a natural beauty. Hell it takes me hours to get looking half as you do now.” She smiled and walked out of the apartment. She pushed her hands down into her pockets as she once again looked Em up and down shaking her head.

“Well we are going to go eat some Chicago Pizza, a few pinball games then to a surprise.” she smiled and lead the way down the stairs. “OH by the way, someone needs to call the Landy to fix the elevator!” she grumped about it half way down the stairwell.

 

[heartofcourage]

Pizza? How…mundane, Emily thought as they made their way down the stairs to the street level. Pinball? Were they back in high school? She hadn’t been to an arcade since she was fourteen and she had found the entire thing distastefully full of loud colors and noise.

“Surprise?” She finally asked, looking at Alysa and seeing the excitement that was painted on her face. She liked the way that she smiled, the way that she moved with a lightness that seemed completely effortless. “What kind of surprise?”

Emily had never been a patient person. She didn’t really like surprises but she did have to admit that she liked the idea of spending the day with Alysa. It had been so long since she’d even left her studio that something new was very welcome.

“I am the landlord.” She answered simply as talk turned towards the broken elevator. “It’s been broken for months. I can’t get anyone out to look at it. The other tenants don‘t seem to mind.”

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa hoped she knew what she was doing, Max told her that Matty was her life, her inspiration, and when she died so did Emily, Painting was her life, not financially, but emotionally. What Max didn’t tell her was how beautiful she was and how much she shut down. She hoped this would work and get Emily painting again.

When she heard Emily confess about being the landlord, Alysa shyly whispered “Opps, Me Bad.” she shrugged her shoulders playfully, and gave the puppy face look to her. “Its ok I won’t sue till next week.” she smiled as she got into the car. “Come slow poke, were going to be late for the kiddy drawing at the pizza place.” She shook her head playfully again.

The drive was only twenty minus away. The beach was calm with a few people around, this part wasn’t as popular as the one a few miles south of here but this is where Alysa’s pizza place was and the place she wanted to attempt to talk to Emily. She looked down at the time and nodded OK, Now be on your best behavior in here or I won’t bring your back.

Walking into the place a couple of Waitress nodded to her and went their marry way; the place was packed with people and kids. Alysa looked at the time and shook her head slightly. Taking the microphone she turned to face everyone. “I’m sorry I’m late as you can see have A very bad hair day and fashion flop so I hope you all can forgive me. Now Here is the deal today. The winner of today’s drawing will have the usually free pizza, our gift of the day, which I have no idea what it is so surprise! But there is an added bonus.” She looked over at Emily, then back to the crowd, “The winner will have their portrait painted by a renowned Painter Emily Matthews.” Her hand swung over to Emily… “Now she is a very busy person so one the winner is drawn you can give your phone number and when she has time she will contact you for the painting session.” Now I’m going to let Jody here conduct the drawing and all this week. I have a few things to do. Thank you for coming to Alysa’s pizza world.

She put the mic up and looked at Emily. “Come on.” She said and walked out heading toward the beach…

 

[heartofcourage]

The drive to the pizza place wasn’t long at all. They were in a part of the city that hadn’t been heavily developed and it was quiet as they both exited the car. Emily paused, looking up at the name of the pizza place with a frown. Alysa’s Pizza? She owned the place?

Emily was stunned as she was dragged into the place, Alysa telling her to be on her best behavior or she couldn’t come back. What the hell was going on, Emily wondered as she watched kids and adults bustling too and fro as the place was packed. She was even more stunned when Alysa picked up a microphone on a stage and addressed everyone present.

The floor dropped out from beneath her as she heard Alysa offer a free painting from her as a prize for the days drawing. She saw red as all eyes turned towards her, hands fisting at her sides as she tried to contain her anger at being placed out there in such a public way. Matty would never have done something like that, she thought bitterly as she was bustled out towards the beach by Alysa.

She was so angry that she couldn’t speak. She stalked alongside the other woman, her jaw clenched tightly until that anger exploded out of her.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Emily raged at Alysa, turning towards her with her hands on her hips and her eyes blazing. “Why the hell would you promise something like that without talking to me first?”

 

[AlysaNewport]

“DAMIT EMILY… Can’t you see it! LOOK” her hand gestured to the sunset, the streaking orange and reds, the sun’s reflections off the ocean. THIS EMILY is what should be your inspiration not a person. LIFE Emily something that is here everyday, Let her go, Paint this horizon and put her face in the sky and Call it the lovers sunset and LET HER GO!” She moved closer to her, “You can’t stop, painting it's your life, your emotional release and your about to explode with depression.”

A tear filled her eye, “I seen your paintings in the galleries she was in every painting, you put your work with the relationship, and now you hurt so bad you see her in everything! I seen the way you looked at the painting before we came here and I bet you even thought about putting her face on my body didn’t you!” Is that fair to me ….

She stopped ran her hand through her hair and turned away. Alysa walked down the beach, wiping the tear away. How did she let that slip, she was the reason why she went to the gallery to view her paintings. she followed her career but knew there was no way she would ever get to be near her unless one day she became a model and made it to her that away and here it was but not the way she wanted it to go.

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily was stunned when Alysa told her to let Matty go. She sputtered on the words that rushed to break free, her cheeks growing red as the woman in front of her laid it all out in the open. Emily was angry, embarrassed, sad…everything that she shouldn’t have been. She barely knew this woman. It shouldn’t have mattered what she thought.

She watched as tears filled Alysa’s eyes and again she was stunned to hear the statement about the painting that she’d just done that day. She opened her mouth to speak and was floored when Alysa asked how that was fair to her. It wasn’t fair, she thought as Alysa walked down the beach, wiping away tears that were probably falling.

Life wasn’t fair. If it were, Matty would still be there with her. She growled and ran a hand through her hair, tugging it slightly as she watched Alysa continue to walk away.

“I know it’s not fair to you.” Emily finally admitted, watching as the woman stopped with her words. “But I don’t know any other way.”

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa turned eyes red circling her blue, tears still flowing down her cheek. “Walk with me down this new path, a branch off of the path your walking now. Take my hand and walk with me to a new life. “I’m not telling you to forget Matty, you will never forget her, but let her go so that you can move on with life, see things as they are not as compared to Matty.

“Here, do you see the birds, the waves, the pale moon battling the last light of day. Do you see the cliffs being bashed by the hands of the sea ending in a spray of defeat? Alternatively, do you see this bitch here mouthing you about a past lover of yours? Do you just see anger?” She walked forward a little. “See just the color of red, maybe putting Matty here now arguing with you about walking down the beach getting your feet wet.”

She turned away for a moment and took a breath “Life isn’t fair, we know this, but does that mean we have to be? Is it set in stone that we have to be bitter when a love one moves on, No; it’s a choice, one that you have selected. You compare everything to Matty …. Tell me Emily what would she say to you right now on the way you have been living?” She tilted her head a little bit to the side ad replied, “Or does that scare you?”

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily clenched her jaw tightly, feeling the panic rising as Alysa pushed her into a corner. She didn’t want to talk about Matty with her. She didn’t want to admit that Matty would be ashamed with how she was acting. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at Alysa and felt the vile words that threatened to burst forth rising in her chest.

“You don’t know a damn thing about my situation!” Emily hissed, her eyes narrowing as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. “You are not here to try and fix me. You are here to sit around and look pretty while I try to paint! So, I would kindly thank you to stay the hell out of my business!”

With that, Emily turned and stormed away down the beach, anger fuming off her in a dark cloud that threatened to consume her entirely.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa took a step back her mouth lightly parted as if to object for the sudden outburst, but with the way Emily looked at her, with narrowing eyes and anger flaring inside of her irises she held her tongue. She slightly jumped at the last statement for it was a little more elevated than the others were. She closed her eyes gathering her own emotions and remembering the long dialog she had with Max. ‘Emily is a fixated lady who is set in her ways. She is stubborn to change and easily agitated when it comes to people putting their fingers or tongue in places they do not belong. She has always hated dealing with the press and fans rushing her when she was out and about. That is why she was not at her last induction to the art gallery. Now in your case, It is going to be worse, but do not back down for if you do you have lost face to her. You have to be just as strong as she is.

She took a deep breath, running her hands through the fading blond dye, “Damnit Alysa be more tactful she is hurting,” she whispered to herself. Her blue orbs locking onto Emily as she walked away running her hands through her in an attempt to fan the anger away. Alysa looked at her from afar her mind going over the things that she felt for her. She was one of those fans that always fought to be up front ageist the rope, and always attempting to touch her when she passed. Her face blushing not that she is a few more years older and has life’s heaviness upon her more now causing her to mature a little more, even though she always acted like a pissed off wild teen. An act she tried to keep up with her boyfriend and his stupid sidekicks.

She walked slowly toward Emily, her hand pushed in to her pockets, her hair blowing across her eyes and mouth slightly tickling her cheek, her tank top fluttering with the coming and going of strong wind bursts. She would be chuckling at this moment if the situation were much lighter, for the sand tickled her sandaled feet. She stopped within talking range of Emily, turning to face the last part of the dying sunset. “Beautiful isn’t it.,” she voice out feeling for the state of mind that Emily was now in.

“Emily, I was sent here to try and fix you. This is his last attempt to help you before he drops you.” She knew she should not have told her but she was having a hard time with her own feelings for Emily and seeing her this way was destroying her. She bit her lower lip, wondering if she should say more, “Emily, I’m sorry to have brought her up. It was so very wrong. I see that you still love her so much but I have one thing to say then I am going to walk away and this is where the decision comes to play. “Remember the first day you saw Matty? Did you fall in love with her before you even talked to her? Moreover, when you did talk to her did it feel like you loved her all your life? If you said yes to these questions, then you know how I feel and why I am sticking my nose into your business. Because I love you.” She walked away fighting the tears once more…

 

[heartofcourage]

Emily heard her voice sound behind her, but she didn’t want to listen. She didn’t want to be soothed and appeased by a woman that seemed to be as reckless as she was. Her words were meant to shock, to tell her that Max would drop her if she didn’t produce art any longer.

That did give her pause. Max was an asshole of the worst degree. He had always told her that he would be willing to wait for her, no matter what. Now he was telling others that she was a has been, a woman that wasn’t worth it anymore. She was panting, her anger still rising as she clenched her hands into fists at her side.

“How can you possibly love me?” Emily asked, whipping around to look at the woman that was staring at her with so much emotion. “You don’t even know me! And you don’t know anything about Matty. In fact, I would thank you not to talk about her anymore. She’s dead. Alright, dead. I know she’s not coming back. I don’t need you to remind me of that.”