Tessa's POV

The next day in art class, I drew Niall. The way he stare profoundly at the moon, his expression dark and confused. His outter leg was stretched out behind him, the sneaker brushing up against the wooden branch. His hand was in a fist by his side, like he was trying to hold onto something.

His hair was matted against his head, dark and light in different areas where the moonlight hit his head. The tree's leaves were gently pushed away from him. There were leaves, dead, floating by his sides and behind him. The moon was big and full, several craters visible.

I named it 'In The Dead Of Night.' It was surely going to get an A for my grades.

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I took the drawing bak home, wondering when I would see Niall again. Will see Niall again?

I got home before my mother, setting my bag down and grabbing a deep, deep red apple. My favorite color has always been Blood Red. Now we know why.

My eyes adjusted to the dark closet I called my room. Now we also know why I never needed glasses. I saw a shadow scamper across the room. I shrugged, thinking it only of a rat, for there are many in this cottage.

I grabbed some duck tape and tore a piece off, putting it on one edge of my drawing's paper corner. I did the same to the rest of the three sides.

"That's a nice drawing," I heard over my shoulder. I gasped and turned sharply, seeing Niall floating around the room, chuckling.

"I guess you saw me last night," he says a little more seriously. He suddenly sits himself down on my bed, ending his floating rampage.

"Yes. You seemed very mesmerized. Is there something wrong," I asked, concerned for not only him but myself.

"No," he says quietly and shrugs. "You have a really mighty gift."

I giggle at his out-dated use of language.

"You have a really GOODgift," I corrected him. He scoffed.

"Whatever," he mimicked teenagers these days and rolls his eyes playfully. I smile and we go back and forth, trading out of date and in date phrases.

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