**
Feelings were such a fickle thing. Or perhaps, just a tricky concept Ember was beginning to realize. But one thing she had learnt for sure that night was that she might not know so much about feelings after all.
And she couldn't help but wonder how much of was contirbuted by the fact that she was forced to grow up in what could be termed the most unfeeling environment. Where self-loathing and spite thrived in place of motherly care and affection.
But that night, what she felt strongly was not love per say. Instead she felt seen. In a way that was raw. In a way that peeled off the layers to her skin, leaving her bare before the man whom she was most affectionate about. An affection that seemed to grow more and more as time passed.
Which was why she sat on her study table at almost midnight, blushing as she sketched him.
