Eccedentesiast (n.)
Someone who hides pain,
behind a smile
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I can't get this stranger out of my mind. Maybe it's because he's messing with Mark. Maybe, because Mark is so protective of me, I've picked up on it now, and am likewise, protective of him. But I still can't stop wondering. Black. I think black hair would suit him. And green eyes. Black hair and green eyes. It sounds like the perfect combination, and in the next few days I find myself painting a black haired, green eyed stranger. I title the collection, 'Black Moon.'
Mark left again. This time he shrugged and didn't answer when dad asked how long he would be. And the days fell one after the other. I stare at the paintings of the dark stranger day after day. He changes each time. Higher cheekbones, thinner lips, more mus
