What He Gave Her Pt 2

He was the complete opposite of her. He had a "normal" life, with a normal family, in a small house. He didn't dream of castles or of princess, like most boys his age, but he was content where he was. Unlike most people, he saw the beauty in the normalcy, and some say it made him beautiful himself. When he smiled, others smiled. They say he had the power to light up a room with just his presence.

However he wasn't vain. He tried to be humble, and tried to blend in. He was a very unique person, who was trying so very hard to be "normal." He didn't need to hide behind a veil, but he hid behind something else. He was a painter, a very good one. He hid behind his canvas, his colors, and his brush. He used his skill, and craved it into an unhealthy obsession. The ones who knew him best knew this certain fact.

Everyone loved him; they loved his smile and his laugh. The problem was he didn't want or need anyone to love him like this. He wanted to blend in, to morph into one of his paintings. Still, beautiful, but "normal." He was so perfect, according to society at least, he felt they expected him to meet standards he simply couldn't reach. With his paintings, portraits to be exact, he knew he could reach the standards given to him. It was easy, it was normal.

He loved nature. He would often go for walks in the forests for hours, wandering around, simply enjoying those few free moments. Sometimes he would even let himself feel sad. He would wallow in self pity, only because he felt so used. Used because he had people telling him who he should be. People saying how amazing he was, how beautiful he was, and how happy he should be. Then the pity would come from the fact that he wasn't happy, not really. He felt like something was missing. It sounded silly, of course, but there were days were he felt hopeless. But the forest was always there for those bad days, and that was slightly reassuring for him in a sick way.

His life, for his short seventeen years, had been "normal." He had worked with his father, painting on the side. Then he would come home for dinner, and receive a lecture about how much time he was wasting on his portraits. He simply nodded, Because that was expected of him, and then went in his room and continued to paint again. But then something completely abnormal happened for his normal family.

His talent proceed him, and it wasn't as easy to hide anymore. His small house, upgraded to a big palace, his normal life, changed to a strange one. He had been recognized by royalty. They wanted his portraits, but they wanted portraits made of their family. People said he should be excited, happy, delighted; his work would soon have the face of royals. But he couldn't seem to lift his lips into a smile. The only reason he was happy was because it proved his parents were wrong, all these years. But this also meant he would no longer be able to blend in. He would no longer be able to hide behind his paintings.

However, his dream of a normal life shattered when he stepped into those palace's walls. He fell hard for a girl, who slowly ruined him. He fell for a girl who made him want to be anything but normal. One day a girl fell into his life and he didn't want to hide behind his paintings anymore.