The dark navy blue overcoat Dante hung his head, it was impossible to hold still and he knew it all too well. “Raise your head a bit.” Dante’s curly brown hair fell into his gray eyes as he pushed them away. “You moved!” Cried out Adeline in protest. Dante let out a little grin. Its had been over 3 days now and Adeline’s sketch of Dante was as close to being finished as it was the first day. Adeline was gifted in many things she was the type of person who could sing and you would be stuck in her songs, she could tell stories with vivid descriptions that would stir up the most powerful emotions but what she couldn't do was draw. And Dante dared not to mention that to her for he didn't want to upset her. Dante looked out the window, the sun …show more content…
It was then they could bring home the fruit of their long and laborious day which wouldn’t last very long. But it helped get by. They did whatever was necessary, when Dante had the flu Adeline sold her coat to buy him medicine despite what he said about getting well on his own, and when James announced he would leave for France to continue his apprenticeship with Leonardo di Vinci his patron, instead of arguing, for months Adeline and Dante painfully collected coins and willed themselves away from the temptations of candy and treats to fulfill their brothers wishes, well at least Dante did.This had been 6 years ago but the friendship between these three kids was strong and they knew it. Dante blinked his emotions back as a smile slipped onto his lips. Even after all these years James had stayed the same. He wore a old and worn dark navy blue overcoat trimmed at the edge with black satin that did not betray his background despite the fact that James now made enough to live comfortably and carried a dull brown bag. In there were his latest requests from people all over Vince to draw them. James laughed “Are you going to stand there like a statue are are you going to talk?’ Adeline had already been jumping up and down and hugging her older …show more content…
Slowly, precisely, laboriously as if to slow down his response. He didn't answer. “It's fine, never mind. I have to go now,” Dante nodded. She got up and left with her canvas still sitting on the stand. She walked to the hallway, then ran down it grabbing her pea coat on the way. She held on to the tears that were building on the back of her eyes. Why did I fall for Dante? She ran out the building and despite her brothers warnings set out to go home alone. The walk was a short one and she would be safe, she was sure of it. Had she truly loved Dante? He was always there for her when she was sick wasn't he? He had given her his own food when she didn't have enough to eat. But he had also done the same for James. Maybe it meant nothing more but then why did he flirt with her? Just last week he had taken in her dog because she had been too busy to look after it. People who were truly good hearted did stuff like that. People did stuff like that to be nice. People who cared about you did that. People who loved you did that. Her thoughts were caught short when she felt a hot flash of pain on her back. Then she felt someone putting their hand in her pocket searching for something. Pick pocket. She managed to say “I don't have anything-” when she was cut short. Liquid dripped on the ground and dyed the front of her gray coat a bright shade of crimson. The pain on her back was even more intense now. She opened her mouth to scream when the stranger