A sick sinking feeling of awakening runs through me.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.
I need to regain a little of my resistance, and I need to regain it fast, because I’m scared I’m falling in
love with the brightest star in whole of the gxy.
Dinner is over and we are sitting at the table with the rest of his friends from the photography industry.
The real power people. This is an awards night and star is up for an award for one of his pictures.
Everyone looks amazing in their ck ties and beautiful dresses. I have to admit; this is the most fun I
have ever had at a snazzy event. We are all drinking expensive champagne and Twinkle is introducing me
to everyone as his girlfriend. If this is what it feels like to be his girlfriend, sign me up. I am totally
addicted. I have a really nice girl seated next to me and we are getting on famously. She is the girlfriend
of a fellow photographer and is a simr age to me. star’s arm is slung over the back of my chair as he
talks to the man next to him, but every now and then I feel his fingertips run over my shoulder de as if
he has to touch me. It’s aforting feeling, one I never want to end.
The awards are on the stage, which is lit by several spotlights, and everyone is pping and cheering.
Some of the victory speeches have been hrious. Artistic people are freaking weird sometimes.
The room is full withughter. Finally, they get to the category that star has been nominated in.
“The most thought provoking image,” the handsome man in a ck suit reads. “The nominees are:
Bishelle McGuire. Star. Mario Grenalda.”
Everyone ps and I kiss my Twinkle on the cheek in congrattions. His smile is beaming.
The handsome man opens the sealed envelope and the room holds their collective breath.
“The winner of the most thought provoking image is…” He hesitates for effect. “Star!”
The room erupts into cheers and pping. Seemingly embarrassed, he kisses me gently on the cheek
and stands and takes his ce in the centre of the stage.
His winning photograph is shown on therge screen behind the stage with the quote underneath it:
Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow. ~ Aesop
It’s a tree. The tree itself looks beautiful, green and healthy.
However, the shadow it cast looks evil, scary, even.
I sit back and stare at it. Wow! That is thought provoking. Depending on what kind of person you were
would definitely determine how you saw this image. A positive person would only see the beautiful tree
and all of its glorious shades of green. A pessimist would probably see the ck shadow, the twisted
tortured limbs. I smile broadly as I p. I get it, I get what he means by this photo and it really does mean
a lot to me that I do.
He waves and everyone ps as he takes his ce behind the microphone.
“Thank you.” He holds the Oscar looking gold statue in front of him. “This award means a lot to me.”
He hesitates as he turns and looks at the image behind him then turns back to the audience. “The quote
came to me from a very old source in a book.
Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow, by Aesop.
It resonated with me.” He pauses. “Up until very recently I had done just that. I had lost the substance
because I had grasped the shadow. I was always overthinking the end.”
I frown, what’s he talking about? The end? Is that… death? Is he talking about depression?
I’m confused.
He smiles broadly. “Recently I have found my substance.”
The crowd continues to p and I smile back at him.
“She’s wears a white dress.” He smiles down at me sitting at the table and I stop breathing. Holy shit,
he’s talking about me. What the hell?
The apuse gets louder and I feel myself turning red as I smile unable to stop my eyes from tearing
up.
He holds his gold statue up in the air. “Thank you, Emmaline. You are the substance and it is your light
that haspletely eclipsed the shadow.”