-Angie, so you still remember the day when we first met?- Lu asked me while I was concentrating on one of my own paintings Master instructed me making. There was this dealer, whose client collected Salvador Dali fan-art, and I was a fan – kind a - who tried to make art.
Marcel, our Master, was a kind man, who had a passion for beautiful and unique pieces. He knew the best of the bests with the finest taste of wine, art, culture, design, architecture, beauty, passion and everything else from the highest shelf. And everyone knew that he would find the best specimen for the job which needed to be done with delicacy and passion at the same time. His sense and taste was unmatched and because of that he had as many friends as foes.
-Lu-u, can’t you be still for a while longer without asking stupid questions you already know answer to?- I really was bothered by
-No emotions from your side, then.- she whispered and I knew she was close to tears as well and everyone knew Lu wasn't the one who used to cry, she made everybody else cry and pee their pants off.
-Let’s not make this harder as it is, ok? You knew that Marcel will go to Japan and I knew for sure that he will take you with, his little kick-ass-monster. And I am not needed there!- I told her still trying to concentrate on my painting, but the thought was already gone and I was afraid of ruining the colour and the idea of what I have already done. But maybe I was just searching for a possibility to walk away as if postponing the stupid moment when we both cried, laughed and cried again, then we would hug, she would hold my hand and look deeply into my eyes, I would blush, but she would walk away... just so... and leave me alone, again in this huge-ass mansion I got lost in every time I wondered around.
-But... I am almost 19, don’t I have a say in anything?- her voice was begging, but I wouldn't deliver her this satisfaction. I swore to myself that I will be that brave little kid Master thought I was back then when he took me in, and Lu won’t be the one, who will break me apart. Not again! It took me months to even look at other people without her by my side, I won’t satisfy her with such power this time.
-But we are kind of enslaved, remember? We get paid, but we still are slaves to him. Remember that. And we can only hope for the day he would release us, but, you know, I am not going to leave him either way. He is like a father to me, you know that.- I stood up and finally looked at her. She was still posing and trying not to move. Her pose crippled from which I instructed, but still gracious. I was hoping to capture her soft skin in my painting as well as her flexible body stretching all over like a neck of giraffe with a pinch of melting clocks I so adored by Dali.
-Aren't you sick of men bullying us around and underestimating our skills? Haven’t you had enough of others thinking you are a boy? Don’t you want to kick heads off their necks and stick their stupid penises there instead?- she had a point and I knew it. And I almost laughed at the image she portrayed and saved it as a treasure inside my mind. But I still couldn't answer so I turned a back on her. I just couldn't look at her being naked in front of me and still talking about men and where their brains were located... not again!
-Look, you know that this conversation is a waste of time, right? Let’s just say our ‘Goodbyes’ and meet again when we meet. What do you say?- I finally got a grip of myself and could breath easily, so I placed a hoodie back on and turned to see her and capture the moment in my memory in any case.
But she totally caught me off guard. She knew I hated when she sneaked up on me, her skills just freaked me out, but this time I was pleasantly surprised. She hugged me so tight I wondered where she got that from. I wasn't much of a hugger, but I couldn't say ‘No!’ to a pretty looking naked chick.
-There is something I wanted to tell you for over a year now...- I started, because her behavior gave away the feeling we won’t be seeing each other for a very long time. And I couldn't let her go just yet.
-I know...- she answered while looking straight into my eyes, like she always did, but this time instead of taking my hand, she took my lips with her own. For a split of a second I wanted to move away in a surprise, but her tender tongue hooked me hard.