Better than today(Caleb & Cassandra) - Eternal City RP2024-03-28T09:43:00Zhttps://eternalcityrp.com/forum/topics/better-than-today-caleb-cassandra?xg_source=activity&feed=yes&xn_auth=noCassandra had a habit of rush…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-08-26:6610746:Comment:4291132021-08-26T07:32:10.945Z✓ Cassandra Havilliardhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/TBD436
<p class="p1">Cassandra had a habit of rushing past things. Her life was going in fast forward always looking for a new adventure or rush. After her fiancés death it was the way she wanted it. If she didn’t stop to smell the roses maybe her past wouldn’t catch up to her. The blonde had worked hard to leave the girl she had become under Simons influence and didn’t wish to be reminded afraid it would force her back into the woman she had become in his presence. The person he force her to become.…</p>
<p class="p1">Cassandra had a habit of rushing past things. Her life was going in fast forward always looking for a new adventure or rush. After her fiancés death it was the way she wanted it. If she didn’t stop to smell the roses maybe her past wouldn’t catch up to her. The blonde had worked hard to leave the girl she had become under Simons influence and didn’t wish to be reminded afraid it would force her back into the woman she had become in his presence. The person he force her to become. However how ever much she tried to run from it her past was beginning to catch up forcing her to relive and deal with the feelings she thought she had escaped.</p>
<p class="p1">The blonde had tried many different things to get rid of her passed. Well maybe she hadn’t given them an honest chance but when she stood infront of the canvas or tried writing it down in a diary everything went black. She couldn’t get it from her mind onto paper. It just felt silly. Also did she want it on print for anyone to see?</p>
<p class="p1">”Thank you” The star said gratefully as he handed her the painting. Givning him her credit card to pay for the art work. Hopefully it wasn’t a million worth piece. Not that that would’ve been a problem she’d been able to save up a fair amount of money the last years and didn’t have many living expenses. Unlike her ex she wasn’t obsessed with money and the status having a lot gave you. Sure it was nice not having to think about it but she didn’t need to have a fortune. After being captive she knew money didn’t matter much being with people you cared about was far more important and bright you more joy than any amount of money could give you.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">It was difficult to move on or heal from anything. It had taken a while before Caleb could wake up each day and not immediately be flooded with memories that were hard to escape. He was learning, however, and conversations with similarly minded people helped. It was good to know that no one undertook things like grief, or anger completely alone. Despite how isolating those emotions could be. Letting people in, even in small, if…</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">It was difficult to move on or heal from anything. It had taken a while before Caleb could wake up each day and not immediately be flooded with memories that were hard to escape. He was learning, however, and conversations with similarly minded people helped. It was good to know that no one undertook things like grief, or anger completely alone. Despite how isolating those emotions could be. Letting people in, even in small, if not arbitrary ways, was a part of the process.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He smiled as Cassandra gestured to the painting. It was one of many that he'd done amidst his many nights on the lake in deep conversation with Octavia. This one had been early one. The sky was darker and there were only a few stars that shone through the black and tempestuous clouds. That was how he'd felt then -- that hope was a distant and far off thing. Perhaps, even, unreachable. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He nodded, carefully removing the canvas from the hooks on the wall and placing it in her hands. "Yeah. I think the best part of art is community. Certain things just draw people together, repeatedly." </p> Through her work Cass got to…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-08-11:6610746:Comment:4286782021-08-11T13:00:08.366Z✓ Cassandra Havilliardhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/TBD436
<p class="p1">Through her work Cass got to meet a lot of people and their destinies. Many of them shared their stories which often weren’t sunny fairytales with happy endings. Usually the victims of a fire or another tragedy making the fire department involved where forced into another life. Losing a home or family member or just getting to the insight that it’s not the things that matters but the people you make memories with. The blonde had over the years learned that they didn’t expect…</p>
<p class="p1">Through her work Cass got to meet a lot of people and their destinies. Many of them shared their stories which often weren’t sunny fairytales with happy endings. Usually the victims of a fire or another tragedy making the fire department involved where forced into another life. Losing a home or family member or just getting to the insight that it’s not the things that matters but the people you make memories with. The blonde had over the years learned that they didn’t expect salvations to every problem or an opinion. In almost every case they only needed some one to lay their burden on a little while. In the beginning the caring star had tried giving advice and coming up with solutions, using her free time to help house hunting or medling, but she quickly realised it did more harm than good.</p>
<p class="p1">Cass was good at listening, humming at the right places, remembering the important stuff when meeting again, a trait her late fiancé had appreciated. She was not quite as good at sharing. Not anymore at least. Before Simon she had been better at sharing then listening but he had forced her to change focus. Luckily no one expected her to share anymore, too busy with their own troubles to dig deeper. The other stars had all had traumatic experiences some more than others and not all where willing to share and experience their ghosts once again. It was both shame and grief that kept Cassandra from reliving her past.</p>
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<p class="p1">”Thank you” She said returning his smile before taking a sip from the sparkling beverage, its cold sending a chill down her spine. Her eyes darted around the room at all the art work. She had never been very artsy and didn’t quite understand the abstract beauty the poetic artistic people liked. She didn’t like hidden truths herself being very blunt and planed.</p>
<p class="p1">”Is this for sale” The star asked pointing at a middle sized painting of a night sky that spoke to her. She could vision it in her otherwise plain room. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p> Caleb had made a lot of frien…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-07-03:6610746:Comment:4276852021-07-03T01:00:16.520Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p><br></br>Caleb had made a lot of friends over the past three years and they tended to cross a lot of the boundaries that the different groups had aligned themselves into. As a human who had come into a knowledge of magic, he had a certain innocence that left him with a blank slate to everyone's grievances. It gave him the ability to grant everyone a chance, no matter their history. He'd made friends with people from every side of multiple disagreements. Tenuous ones. Ones that still held bearing…</p>
<p><br/>Caleb had made a lot of friends over the past three years and they tended to cross a lot of the boundaries that the different groups had aligned themselves into. As a human who had come into a knowledge of magic, he had a certain innocence that left him with a blank slate to everyone's grievances. It gave him the ability to grant everyone a chance, no matter their history. He'd made friends with people from every side of multiple disagreements. Tenuous ones. Ones that still held bearing today. It had cemeneted him firmly inside the community as what he was naturally: a quiet piece of neutrality amid a world of harsh opinions and outrage. Caleb had spent many hours listening to people tell their stories and even more trying to arrange the true timeline of Evermore inside his own mind. Access to the Ailward's library had helped with this, while he first adjusted to the understanding that the world had never been exactly what it seemed.</p>
<p>Many of his hours of conversation and contemplation had been in the great outdoors while he explored the wide range of communities that the city had to offer. Some of them were quite friendly; but, there were a few that he still felt nervous to enter without Octavia, or Erythreus by his side. It seemed that once you'd lived longer than a typical human, the burdens of the past never faded. Caleb did not want to imagine what a century old grudge could look like. That kind of misery certainly came from a deep well of pain, but he had found relief in letting go. Sometimes, there was no right solution to a problem, but neither could their be true atonement for unfair hardship. Very often, what people expressed in their anger was a form of grief. It was a cry to be heard, rather than a belief that anything could repair the damage which had been done. <a rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c19af0c760f64b67ba6b1bdb02233d2f/2f77a534e3cf1463-4d/s250x400/a2eb638c973bf42d611107c26380904bfdea022a.gifv" target="_blank"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c19af0c760f64b67ba6b1bdb02233d2f/2f77a534e3cf1463-4d/s250x400/a2eb638c973bf42d611107c26380904bfdea022a.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right" style="padding: 2px;"/></a></p>
<p>He had been there before, which was part of why it was so easy to listen while others described their own tribulations. His first six months in Evermore had been spent in a dissociated haze of isolation and mental agony. There was nothing but time to heal most wounds. He'd had his time now. It was going on four years since he'd first wandered into the city, which meant it was almost five since his former lover had passed so tragically.</p>
<p>Caleb reached for a bottle of sparkling grape juice from a mini-fridge, which was hidden inside the counter. He typically poured it after someone had purchased something from his gallery, but he sensed that the young woman in front of him needed a bit of grace today. He handed her a glass, with an easy smile on his face. She did not seem to be much of a talker, that was for sure; but he didn't mind. His tendency for words had been extremely sparse until a year ago. In that time, he'd learned how to fill the gap for the people who couldn't. "It's a beautiful place. Sometimes, I've found that the most inspiring things lie right outside our doors, don't they?" He pointed to a subtly concealed bird's nest in the tree outside. "As long as you watch...and listen. Every new day has a way of soothing yesterday's sorrows."</p>
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</p> At first glance Evermore see…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-07-02:6610746:Comment:4275692021-07-02T19:16:24.591Z✓ Cassandra Havilliardhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/TBD436
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<p class="p2">At first glance Evermore seemed like the regular small town. It was a part of why the celestials had chosen to go there to find shelter. Anyhow it was far from the truth. The town inhabited all kinds of species and secret societies allowing them to live in peace under the radar. Cassandra wondered how anyone could buy that with all unexplainable things happening in the city. The inexplicable crimes and murders. Some humans just blocked out the supernatural…</p>
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<p class="p2">At first glance Evermore seemed like the regular small town. It was a part of why the celestials had chosen to go there to find shelter. Anyhow it was far from the truth. The town inhabited all kinds of species and secret societies allowing them to live in peace under the radar. Cassandra wondered how anyone could buy that with all unexplainable things happening in the city. The inexplicable crimes and murders. Some humans just blocked out the supernatural finding natural cause as it was easier than adjusting their way of viewing the world. Cass had always known there was something unusual about her and when she found out she was a fallen star it all made sense.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p class="p2">The blonde could see that Caleb was proud over his shop, and with all right it was very cosy and made you feel safe and at home. Making one want to spill all secrets. The star was in awe of people who could express them selves through art. Getting out all feelings in a sculpture, book or painting must be such a relief rather than to carry them around like she did. She had tired a few times but only ended up staring at a blank paper.</p>
<p class="p2">Before coupling up with her ex Cassandra had been the life of the party, the girl who small talked and laughed with everyone, but Simon had put an end to that. He liked that she got along with most people but didn’t want her to be too friendly to other men as it would make him look bad. A fight they had had many times ending with her apologising and becoming more and more introvert. Until she barely said hi if it wasn’t expected of her.</p>
<p class="p2">”I am not much for alcohol either so Sparkling water would be lovely” The star said accepting his offer. She had never been a heavy drinker. A glass here and there at girls night but that too had Simon put an end too arguing that it would but her off in training. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/ff234074b5481af9d3094b041c9f60b2/965db0ddcb287f78-d2/s400x600/7c69727d383ee1ac8e0a1a07ba6b4c005f6961bf.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/ff234074b5481af9d3094b041c9f60b2/965db0ddcb287f78-d2/s400x600/7c69727d383ee1ac8e0a1a07ba6b4c005f6961bf.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-full" width="182" height="150"/></a></p> Caleb had lived in Evermore f…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-06-26:6610746:Comment:4275602021-06-26T13:36:32.603Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p class="p2">Caleb had lived in Evermore for a while now. It sounded like he’d arrived only a short while before Cassandra. It had seemed like quite a normal city at first glance, but as he became friends with the Ailwards he’d noticed small irregularities. He’d gotten curious. He’d asked questions. The answers had been vague at first, but as he’d gained trust and made connections, it became apparent that humans were not the only people living in the city. That had come as a bit of a shock,…</p>
<p class="p2">Caleb had lived in Evermore for a while now. It sounded like he’d arrived only a short while before Cassandra. It had seemed like quite a normal city at first glance, but as he became friends with the Ailwards he’d noticed small irregularities. He’d gotten curious. He’d asked questions. The answers had been vague at first, but as he’d gained trust and made connections, it became apparent that humans were not the only people living in the city. That had come as a bit of a shock, but not a terrible one. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/702977e01ffc99f71599062269e552e8/9372726405554520-3b/s540x810/128a1d110c2e7442d2e69f6a80e2120b9a8bc54c.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/702977e01ffc99f71599062269e552e8/9372726405554520-3b/s540x810/128a1d110c2e7442d2e69f6a80e2120b9a8bc54c.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right" style="padding: 2px;"/></a></p>
<p class="p2">Caleb had always had quite an active imagination. It leant him the ability to believe in what a lot of others would consider far fetched. It made things like fallen stars and magic seem perfectly possible.<br/></p>
<p class="p2">He couldn’t help the proud smile from beaming onto his face as she complimented the art work around the gallery. It had been a difficult few years, but also the best ones he’d ever had. He’d experienced an extraordinary amount of growth and healing. Despite the fact that he was only twenty-six, he felt closer to who he was meant to be than he ever had before. For the first time, he was settled. He had a home.<br/></p>
<p class="p2">He set the water bottle on a nearby table, shoving his hands in his pockets, as he often did when nervous. Despite being happy, he was still quite introverted. It took him a long time to open up to people. Or know what to say. It sometimes made small talk awkward. “Can I get you something to drink?”<br/></p>
<p class="p2">“I don’t actually drink. So, there’s no wine or anything on the premises, but I have sparkling water, lemonade, tea, or coffee.” He offered.<br/></p>
<p class="p2">Caleb pursed his lips. He wished he had even the slightest ability to interact with others in a charismatic manner. It simply wasn’t one of the skills in his repritoire.<br/></p> Running into things wasn’t a…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-06-15:6610746:Comment:4275322021-06-15T09:32:23.905Z✓ Cassandra Havilliardhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/TBD436
<p class="p1">Running into things wasn’t a rarity in Cassandras life. Not as literal as this time knocking someone down, usually she had better control over her surroundings but lately glimpses of her pasts had crowded her mind at the most inconvenient times. The female was paid to run into things. Things other people ran from. It wasn’t only fires as the firefighter name suggested most of her work was actually car accidents or other rescue assignments.…</p>
<p class="p1">Running into things wasn’t a rarity in Cassandras life. Not as literal as this time knocking someone down, usually she had better control over her surroundings but lately glimpses of her pasts had crowded her mind at the most inconvenient times. The female was paid to run into things. Things other people ran from. It wasn’t only fires as the firefighter name suggested most of her work was actually car accidents or other rescue assignments.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p class="p1">When Caleb told her that he was grateful she had returned his water bottle a gift from his aunt the blonde smiled friendly. Glad she was able to make someone else happy with such a small gesture. Herself didn’t have an item that she was super found of, an item she got nervous without. A result of being captivated without any assurances. It was a relief from what the celestial could tell to not have items of sentimental value. She had seen countless people run back to save stuff they couldn’t imagine to leave behind resulting in themselves almost losing their own lives. Another example was people who couldn’t preform without their lucky charm.</p>
<p class="p1">”No, I’ve been here three years or so” The star informed the male. ”But I haven’t been out much” she explained. The first years the stars where so afraid to loose their new found freedom that they barely existed outside the castle where they had their base, scared that an aliward guard lurked around every corner ready to take them back<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span> to isle of Skye.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p class="p1">”I´d love that” Cassandra was a spontaneous person, even tho she had troubles trusting people due to her background. Hiking had always appealed to her but she hadn’t done a lot of it in evermore. Usually she went out of town. Causing the other Celestials to worry as they knew she couldn’t stay away from trouble. ”It’s a nice shop you have” Cass continued her eyes wandering around the premises. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/2db4dc41b5ee8a481fd702d314187035/tumblr_p8nactvE7v1qhc9d1o1_400.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/2db4dc41b5ee8a481fd702d314187035/tumblr_p8nactvE7v1qhc9d1o1_400.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-full" width="192" height="192"/></a></p> They clearly must have both…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-06-12:6610746:Comment:4276292021-06-12T18:26:53.016Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
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<p style="text-align: center;">They clearly must have both been focused, in order to run into one another at that speed. Typically, the paths that Caleb took around the city were fairly empty in the early morning, but he never minded finding a like minded individual who used exercise to get away from their troubles. Their intial encounter had been a bit of a hit and run, but it was obvious that she hadn't meant to sound so brusque. Caleb took the water bottle…</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">They clearly must have both been focused, in order to run into one another at that speed. Typically, the paths that Caleb took around the city were fairly empty in the early morning, but he never minded finding a like minded individual who used exercise to get away from their troubles. Their intial encounter had been a bit of a hit and run, but it was obvious that she hadn't meant to sound so brusque. Caleb took the water bottle back and accepted the good will gesture. He'd barely noticed that he'd left without it. It was normally a bit of an extension to his arm. "Thank you for returning this. It was a graduation gift from my Aunt." He said. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/be292273b7185e1a37da158e9a223528/9372726405554520-95/s540x810/bf3dab4b42cca726dee634fdc6490f20ac6ad530.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/be292273b7185e1a37da158e9a223528/9372726405554520-95/s540x810/bf3dab4b42cca726dee634fdc6490f20ac6ad530.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"Are you new to the city?" He asked, without missing a beat. "I don't think I've seen you around before."</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Caleb had now lived in Evermore for over three years. It had become his home quite quickly. "If you'd like, I'd be happy to show you around some of the best hiking trails. There are always new ones popping up. It's one of the best things about living in the middle of nowhere."</p> It was easy to follow the man…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-06-06:6610746:Comment:4276242021-06-06T20:47:36.588Z✓ Cassandra Havilliardhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/TBD436
<p class="p1">It was easy to follow the man, who most likely was named Caleb as the water bottle had revealed, but the athletic female didn’t make any attempts to catch up with him. The blonde kept a steady pace but didn’t have to run far. Only a few blocks away Caleb stoped and disappeared in to a small art shop. Cass wasn’t much for the abstract. She was a practical woman, if she got a task she efficiently completed it. Yes at times solving problems needed out side of the box thinking but…</p>
<p class="p1">It was easy to follow the man, who most likely was named Caleb as the water bottle had revealed, but the athletic female didn’t make any attempts to catch up with him. The blonde kept a steady pace but didn’t have to run far. Only a few blocks away Caleb stoped and disappeared in to a small art shop. Cass wasn’t much for the abstract. She was a practical woman, if she got a task she efficiently completed it. Yes at times solving problems needed out side of the box thinking but when it came to things counted as art the practical star was on thin ice. Photographing and saving moments sharing them online had become a global pandemic the last decade and a new source of power. The firefighter didn’t understand how influencer had so much power. After being in captivation for over half a century she valued living in the moment.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p class="p1">Cassandra hesitated, should she return the bottle now or after she had finished her workout. After arguing a second with herself the structured part of her the part being edged on by Simon won, as it always did. She continued her run around town keeping a quicker pace than before to avoid her mind from wandering again, prevent from finding herself in another awkward conversation. Sweat was dripping down her face the last kilometre, a shower necessary before returning to the artshop.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p class="p1">After a quick shower the celestial changed into a pair of jeans and a v-necked white shirt and then she was on her was. The shop was across town from the celestials castle, the place where most celestials lived in unison, so Cass considered taking her car a dark blue BMW. Unlike many of the other celestials the sporty female wasn’t into cars. she’d only gotten the BMW because she’d gotten a great deal on it. Anyhow, it was her free day, she didn’t expect being called in for duty at the station so she decided to walk.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p class="p1">Half an hour later Cass entered the art shop and directly found Mr. Segal ”Yeah of course, no problem” she said softly hading him the engraved water bottle. ”I’m sorry if I came off as rude before” The star continued before the awkward silence form before spread again. Her apologise sincere. She hadn’t mean to offend him in any way by being socially incompetent. ”I am very focused during my workouts. You surprised me with trying to interact it has been a long time since someone last tried that” She explained hopping he would understand. <span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/bf0d7f40bc23a330592c86475d4af5cf/7118008dacd638be-30/s400x600/9750947becce2acb8498df7e4d2148e1491e78c3.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/bf0d7f40bc23a330592c86475d4af5cf/7118008dacd638be-30/s400x600/9750947becce2acb8498df7e4d2148e1491e78c3.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-full" width="112" height="112"/></a></span></p> Caleb hated conflict. He near…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-06-06:6610746:Comment:4275212021-06-06T12:27:05.401Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p><span>Caleb hated conflict. He nearly seemed to live on a different wave-length than others, with his peaceable ways, and steady smile. He hadn’t always been steady. That had taken work. It still took work to wake up in the morning and roll over onto the right side of the bed; but, if he had learned one thing in the past five years, it was to hold onto the good. Slowly, he was getting better at letting what was not meant to be slip away into yesterday. </span><span>Sunday was typically a day…</span></p>
<p><span>Caleb hated conflict. He nearly seemed to live on a different wave-length than others, with his peaceable ways, and steady smile. He hadn’t always been steady. That had taken work. It still took work to wake up in the morning and roll over onto the right side of the bed; but, if he had learned one thing in the past five years, it was to hold onto the good. Slowly, he was getting better at letting what was not meant to be slip away into yesterday. </span><span>Sunday was typically a day for rest. It had been long ingrained in him after a childhood of mornings in catholic chapels, but today there was work to do. He had been distracted from his work lately. The long nights that he spent awake were less lonely and more lovely, as he spent time with Octavia. He pulled out his spare set of keys and unlocked the door to the studio, closing it behind him. </span><span>Once inside, Caleb turned the ‘closed’ sign to ‘open’ and pulled the blinds up. Light flooded the room. He was thankful that the studio had a European set up, with an apartment on the level above. It gave him the chance to run upstairs in the fifteen minutes before class and take a record breaking shower, before changing into some smart blue shorts and a gingham button up. He liked to look presentable to his students. </span><span>The only exception to that rule was that bare feet were always allowed in the studio. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ede774a96ad75f5d81cbdcfe9e602c7/9372726405554520-67/s540x810/b074dc055603cf704501552a57b662d488f1b5c8.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ede774a96ad75f5d81cbdcfe9e602c7/9372726405554520-67/s540x810/b074dc055603cf704501552a57b662d488f1b5c8.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="175" class="align-right" style="padding: 3px;"/></a></span></p>
<p>He ignored his shoes and padded back down the stairs. His favorite student was an eleven-year-old girl named Clara-Lee. She had a vivid imagination and her parents had urged her into art to help her creative impulses have a purpose. He remembered those days. Drawing on walls was still fun, but questionable in the eyes of society, no matter your age. As he entered the front of the building, he was surprised to see not a small blonde clutching a note pad, but a taller, more intimidating one with his water bottle strung from her left hand. <br/></p>
<p>She had not noticed him yet. He was quiet. Like a cat. It allowed him to observe for a moment as she paced around the studio. <br/></p>
<p>He always felt like he learned something about people by the piece of art they seemed the most drawn towards. He couldn’t help but notice that the one which seemed to catch the most interest was one of the only pieces left from his first days in Evermore. Painting had been a way to minimize his trauma and this particular canvas, he had never been able to put into storage. <br/></p>
<p>It was large, about three feet wide and two feet tall. The outer rim was dark black, which faded into a blue ambience of ocean waves. It was not peaceful, however. Right in the center was a loud burst of orange and yellow, inclement, wild. Without even asking, the fact that it was fire was abundantly clear. Inside the flames was the shallow outline of an airplane wing, shattered in two, and splitting the canvas in half. The orange and blue colors came to a stark halt. There was a label at the bottom, “enterrement par le feu” or burial in fire. <br/></p>
<p>Caleb no longer felt pain in his chest as he watched another person entranced by the same image that had haunted him for years. A twinge of loss? Absolutely. No matter how graceful a death, there was always pain in losing someone you loved. If it was unexpected, that mystery only sunk deeper. It had a way of latching onto the soul. He didn’t want to intrude on her thoughts, but the clock was ticking, and his young student would soon waltz through the door. Caleb quietly cleared his throat, announcing his presence, and positioning his hands in his pockets. “I see that you found one of my favorites.” <br/></p>
<p>His tone was even. “And are thoughtful enough to return my water. Thank you.” <br/></p>
<p>He waited for her to speak, wondering if it would be as heated as before. Clearly, she had something personal on her shoulders. He wasn’t one to judge. If anything, as simple as life seems now, Caleb understood. <br/></p>