Love Unspoken

Chapter 1477 The girl's face dropped like a stone, and she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

She shot a complicated look at Abigail and Elliot, then stormed off in a huff.

A few of her friends glanced at Abigail before running after her.

Abigail clicked her tongue, thinking, "Wow, that girl got upset real quick. Now she's all heartbroken." Elliot grinned at Abigail. "You scared off my admirer, Abigail." Elliot's voice was smooth, and when he talked to Abigail, there was a playful tone to it.

Abigail pretended not to care, digging at her ear. "Isn't that a good thing? I just saved a young girl." Elliot played along, "Well, thanks, Abigail." "Where's your painting?" Abigail asked.

"Over there, I'll show you." Elliot grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs. Abigail's heart skipped a beat, wondering if his painting was on the second floor. But she was wrong.

"Your painting's on the third floor?" Abigail asked.

Elliot turned and gave her a sly smile, confirming her guess.

This left Abigail, a senior who had been studying for years, feeling a bit defeated.

"This is my painting!" Elliot said, pointing to a piece on the wall. "Abigail, what do you think?" Abigail looked at the painting and read the intro below. It had won first place in a national art competition.

Is Elliot really that good? She had entered those competitions a few times, but her best was only fifth place. Elliot, on the other hand, had snagged first.

She moved closer to his painting, trying to spot any flaws.

But no matter how hard she looked, whether it was the colors, structure, or lighting, she couldn't find a single flaw. Beyond its technical brilliance, Elliot's "Sky in a Dream" was bursting with creativity.

It was so captivating that anyone who saw it felt like they had experienced such a surreal dream. Even though the subject of the painting was ambiguous, Elliot had an uncanny ability to capture the essence of everyone's dreams. A few people nearby were also admiring the painting, talking about how amazing it was. The first thing they said when they saw the painting was: "I feel like I've dreamed of this scene." "Yeah,too, it's so surreal." Hearing their comments, Abigail felt a surge of jealousy.

After those people left, Elliot smiled and asked Abigail, "Abigail, any advice?" Abigail kept a straight face, "It's okay, you have about a tenth of the skill I had back in the day. If I hadn't stopped painting years ago, you wouldn't even be in the running." Elliot nodded seriously. "Yeah, you're right. So I need to learn more from you, Abigail. What do you usually like to paint?" Abigail replied, "I like to paint people. I don't really do landscapes like you, so I might not be the best guide." Abigail's landscapes and other artwork couldn't compare to Elliot's.

Elliot lit up. "That's awesome. My biggest struggle is painting people. Abigail, you gotta teachmore." Abigail glanced at him. His sincere look made it hard to say no.

She thought for a moment before replying, "Alright, when I have time, I'll help you out. But be honest, are you really gay?" Elliot stared at her for a bit, like he was thinking it over.

After a moment, he flashed a bright smile. "Yep." "So, you likebecause I dress kinda androgynous, right?" Abigail asked.

Elliot nodded. "Yeah." Abigail let out a sigh of relief. "Good, then I'm relieved." Elliot kept smiling, looking all gentle and soft. If it weren't for his height, Abigail would totally think he was the passive one in a gay relationship.

She threw an arm around him, just like she did with Quinn, and asked softly, "Based on your self-understanding, are you the active or passive one? I'm really curious." Elliot thought for a moment and then said uncertainly, "Probably passive?" Abigail grinned and gave his shoulder a hard pat. "Great! I accept you as a friend. If you have any questions in the future, just ask me." "Really? Thanks, Abigail," Elliot said happily.

"You're welcome, Elliot!" Abigail replied.

"Let's keep looking around. Do you have any other works here?" she asked.

"No, just this one got selected," Elliot replied.

Abigail comforted him. "That's still awesome. You're so young, you'll definitely have more amazing works in the future." "Yeah." "Now that you've graduated, what kind of job are you planning to do?" Abigail asked.

Elliot replied, "I haven't decided yet. I'll keep painting for now. If you have nothing to do, we can go out and sketch together."

Abigail's heart was moved, and she patted his shoulder again. "Greatn idea. Callwhen you go out next time. I need to get a new set of tools." "Sure," Elliot said happily. They chatted as they looked around, their friendship growing deeper. Abigail had completely started seeing him as a good friend.

To be honest, she didn't have any male friends, and this feeling was pretty nice.

When they cout, it was already He dark outside. Abigail looked at the sky and opened the car door. "Con. M take you home." "Thanks," Elliot said and got in. Abigail stepped on the gas, and the car drifted beautifully out of the parking lot and into the night.

Elliot watched her driving speed and grabbed the seatbelt in fear.

Halfway through the drive, Abigail suddenly remembered something. "Wait, we haven't had dinner yet, have we?" Elliot replied, "No, we haven't."

"Sorry, I forgot such an important thing. Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner." Abigail took on the demeanor of al senior and regardless of Elliot's ΕΠ.

opinion, turned the car around and drove to a restaurant. As soon as they got out of the car, someone called out to her. Abigail turned her head and saw it was Oliver.

He spoke briefly to the people around him. They nodded and then dispersed. He then walked over to her.