Camila Cabello was staring out of the window as her plane took of.
The sight bellow was absolutely breathtaking and she was trying to absorb every ounce of it, as if she was mentally taking a picture.

It almost made her want to capture the moment on a canvas... almost. Lately her inspiration has been running dry and as much as she found something incredibly beautiful, she just couldn't find the right way to paint it so others could feel what she was experiencing in that moment.

The sun was slowly going down, touching everything with its golden light creating a glowy atmosphere.
Yes, Camila thought to herself, the sight is truly magical, almost intimate.
They were so high above the ground and the sun almost seemed to reach out to them, to touch them.
Out of instinct Camila slid her fingers inside her purse taking out an old used paintbrush.
Lightly she touched the tip of the bristles and moved down to the colorful handle. It was smeared with different colors, but that only showed that it's been used and loved.

It was her favorite brush. She hadn't used it in ages. Why? She didn't really know that herself, but every time she tried painting with it, it just didn't feel quite... Right.
Like it didn't do the brush justice of how much it meant to her.
The thin piece of wood was the reason she started to lose herself in the beauty of art in the first place, the reason why she eventually made a name for herself in that community.

A small smile formed at the corner of her mouth. She thought back to the last time she really used the brush, it was a beautiful drawing and her most famous one.
It was different than the ones she usually preferred to do:
It was very dark with only very few carefully white, highlighted parts.

It showed a woman standing on the edge of a cliff, next to a light house.
Above her were a million stars and a beautiful full moon. The woman herself was even more beautiful. You could see the outline of dark locks that were falling down her back, right on the snow white summer dress that looked almost like it was glowing in the dark.
Very beautiful indeed.
Of course her face wasn't visible, but you could tell from her smooth curves, the long legs and the way she carried herself, that she was someone that every men and even some woman yearned for.

She was looking at the sky like it really meant something to her and that was what fascinated Camila enough to make her drop everything she had in mind and paint the beautiful brunette.

Now with a broad smile and deep in thoughts, her mind wandered to the night it was created. The thoughts and feelings that even the beautiful image, which made her famous, couldn't portrait, even if it was dangerously close.

The night was warm and felt like a comforting blanket on Camilas skin. All day she had been wandering around the small island named Torrevieja. It usually was a tourist attraction and by day it was swarming of parents with their children who wanted to take a look at the famous little gem.
But at night, it was almost dangerously quiet. The only thing she could hear was eventually the waves crashing and some animals screeching. It was a quarter past midnight and the people living here seemed to be in bed or atleast in their houses.

Camila was alone as she was searching for something that would be beautiful enough to capture forever. But nothing seemed to satisfy her. Usually everything around her held some sort of beauty and so did this, but it just wasn't enough.

It was one thing to create something stunning that people liked to look at, but a completely other thing to capture an emotion.
To make people feel what she was feeling with just one look, to break their hearts and put them back together.

She wanted something real. Something so full of power and emotion that looking at it would make her beam with pride.

And then she say her. Standing between a ruin that must've been a simple house at some point and a lighthouse. Almost untouchable like a statue but at the same time more vulnerable than she has ever seen someone be.

The atmosphere was magical. The moonlight was shining on the woman's delicate skin, making it look like her features were touched by God himself.
Camila found herself wondering how it would feel to leave soft little kisses in the crook of her neck, and down the brunettes spine, which was now covered by thick dark locks.
Her body seemed to be carved in stone, the curves so round and well, but at the same time not excessive. You could see the outline of a well formed bottom through the thin layer of sundress and her legs which were long and toned.

Camila was in awe, the scene in front of her was nothing but surreal. Like it was taken from a movie and played in front or her in slow motion. She couldn't stop staring, the woman had her full attention, she almost didn't want to blink in case of missing something in front of her.

The girl in white swayed from one side to another, very slowly and almost unnoticeable, but not to Camila. Her brown eyes wide open, she was trying to take everything in and not miss a single heartbeat.

Like a magnet the woman was pulling her closer, so she moved very slowly making sure not to make a noise and disturb the heartbreaking scene in front of her.

With every step she heard a faint noise getting louder. It was a melody, a very sad one. The beautiful girl was humming a slow tune, swaying to it, looking at the stars. Then abruptly the humming stopped, and so did Camila. The small Latina looked from one side to another, panicking because she was almost sure the woman in front of her would turn around and look at her.
Maybe yell at her why she had been staring at her like a complete stalker.

But nothing of such happend. The beautiful girl in front of her was murmuring something to herself, still looking up to the sky. It almost looked like she was talking to the stars and who knows maybe she was.
Camila was upset she couldn't hear what the woman was saying. The only thing she seemed to catch was a quiet

"I miss you"

then the brown haired girl sighed and a long quiet break followed. Camila even thought to see a small tear escape the corner of the woman's eye.

The whole image had something so heartwrecking and sad, it made Camilas head buzz. Why was the mysterious beauty talking to the stars and why was she so memorized by her?

Seeing that the woman was now starting to slowly walk back to the inner part of the island, Camila pressed to the wall of the ruin she was hiding behind. In the dark of the summer night, Camila couldn't catch more than a glimpse of the young woman's face.
Later she damned herself for not risking to leave the safety of her hiding spot in order to catch a better look at the beautys face.

Slowly she slid down the wall. Taking in the images playing over and over in her head. She was still dumbfounded as she rushed back to the small old hotel. Her mind was holding the image of the woman like a photograph.
After the moment she opend the door to her hotel room, she grabbed the paintbrush from her purse and grabbed the last white canvas in a sea of already used ones.

Then she started painting, with everything she had, all the emotions, the desire, the sadness the woman held, the way she looked so small, broken and vulnerable.

Everything that went through her head at that moment she was trying to capture on the canvas in front of her.

Camila painted for 2 nights and 1 day.

Then she was done. Sweaty, with puffy read eyes, but happy. Happier than she had ever been: she felt like she finally lived up a potential that had been inside her for the longest time, just waiting to be unleashed through Strom of emotions.
She felt fullfilled, inspired and fascinated.

Just the memory of that night left her mind with a dizzy buzzing feeling. It was one of the happiest and most important nights of her life.
Camila didn't really care how much value the painting held, because whatever it's worth in dollars should be, it was nothing compared to the personal value it had to her.

That's why it hurt her so much when she sold the painting to her friend Ally Brooke.

Ally was famous for her incomparable exhibitions. She owned a famous museum in New York and having her painting there raised her value as an artist by far.
It would've been a sin for any artist to refuse an offer like that.

Becoming a spoken about artist didn't only mean a raise in the community, but also increasing sales of her other art.
But nothing compared to that painting even in the slightest, it held her heart.
The moment Camila sold the painting she made a promise to herself. She would buy it back, the moment she had enough money, she would buy it back.

The spot in the gallery made her a well known artist, so raising the money wouldn't be a problem, but for that she actually had to come up with desirable paintings that would make people buy more of her work.

Now all she had left was the paintbrush. The same paintbrush that her Dad got her for her 15th birthday and the same paintbrush she held between her fingers in that very moment.

She once again slid her fingers of the small brush, only to get ripped out of her daze by the landing announcement.

She shook her head in silence and. proceeded to take out the luggage above her.
As soon as she stepped outside the plane one thought ran through her mind.
Here goes another adventure. Hopefully one of a lifetime.

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Fucking hell, I did it. I've had this idea in my head for quite a few weeks, so now that I finally get to write it down it's a relief. Bare with me, I'm a slow updater, but I wanna get this Done. I have great plans for this story, Lmao.
Even if no one reads this, this is a story for myself and I owe myself that much.