The door to the Vanish Family house opened and came walking in small strides was Christopher, closing the door behind him and walking into the household, not bothering to take off his shoes. He walked passed the kitchen where his mother was baking away listening to the radio

"Christopher dear are you hungry?" Mrs. Vanish asked him, focused on making cake batter

"No, Mom." Christopher answered with no emotion in his voice walking up the stairs

"Alright! I will call you when dinner is ready!" She replied humming to the tune playing on the radio. Mrs. Vanish, full name being Anne Vanish, looked a lot like her son the same curly brown hair and skin complexion and lips only instead of dark green eyes like her son she had dark blue ones and had a more prominent nose than he did. Christopher headed into his room, closing and locking the door behind him just wanting to be alone after what he had just found out from his girlfriend- Well, was he even allowed to call her that now? Christopher placed his school bag down on the foot of his bed before sitting down on the comfy mattress, his thoughts trailing off to the conversation him and Emily shared; A conversation he dreaded

"I'm sorry..."

"For what? You haven't done anything wrong." Christopher asked her only for her to hug him tightly around his waist, burying her face into his chest letting sobs escape her mouth, her shoulders shaking

"Yes I have and I wish I haven't, I really do... But I should have realized sooner and now..."

"Emily Bear, you aren't making any sense." Christopher told her honestly, rubbing her back softly

"I know I'm not and-" She took a deep breath before continuing, "-This will only hurt you and-"

"Emily just tell me alright? Everything is going to be okay." Christopher consoled her, not ready for what she had in store for him

"It's not because what I did is unforgivable Christopher... I-I... I-I... I slept with Alex... I'm so sorry..."

A sob escaped out of Christopher's lips, tears rolling down his cheeks at the memory of the news. After some of the shock subsided from Christopher, Emily told him of how she began to develop feelings for the athlete for the past year and one night when they went out to have a few drinks they ended up doing it. Christopher didn't know where his relationship stood with either Emily or Alex, but he knew that Emily was in love with Alex his best friend and if he felt the same towards her, then it had to be. Christopher has already accepted that factor, now he has to deal with the heart break he endures from the devastating blow.

He wondered if he would have just spent more time with Emily this past summer than maybe this wouldn't have happened, if he would have focused more on her rather than what was going on with his family right now. Christopher knew his parent's marriage was becoming strained from the constant arguing over bills for the house, food, and hospital bills for his grandmother. And to top off all of that, the money to get him into a prestigious art school to further his career in doing the thing he loves, creating art. About an hour later, he heard his parents speaking downstairs in a respective manner, not seeming to start a fight between each other.

Christopher didn't want to tell his parents about what happened between him and Emily because he knew that they both adored the bubbly girl and didn't want to tell the reasons as to why they broke up in the first place. Christopher's eyes roamed around his room, remembering each special memory he held when creating the pieces adorning his walls and desk. His room was just cluttered with art supplies to the point that it would be overfilled with them if it wasn't for the fact that his parents let him take the attic to store some of it and is now his temporary art studio until he moves out. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, flopping down onto his bed in anguish, his cheeks stick from tears and eyes slightly red and puffy. He hated this feeling of resentment he felt towards Alex now because the girl he cared for dearly was in love with him. He hated the feeling of his heart feeling as if it was ripped out of his chest and stomped on continuously.

"Christopher! Dinner is ready!" The call of his mother snapped him out of his thoughts. He shook his head before sitting up wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He shakily stood up and walked to his door, opening it and walked across the hallway to splash some cold water on his face to dull the redness surrounding his eyes

"Christopher are you coming?!" He heard his father call from the bottom of the stairs once he turned the faucet on

"Y-Yeah! I-I will be there in a s-second!" Christopher stuttered out before splashing cold water on his face. He shivered from the freezing water hitting his skin but continued splashing his face a few more times before turning the faucet off. He wiped his face off with a nearby blue towel. He sighed deeply before heading down the steps to smell the aroma of spaghetti and garlic bread hitting his senses. The Vanish Family sat down at the table quietly as they are their meal, Christopher slowly eating his not feeling all that hungry at the time. His parents didn't notice his odd behavior because unluckily for their son, they had more dreadful news for the teenage boy. After 10 minutes of dreadful silence, Mr. Vanish broke the silence

"Christopher... We have something to break to you concerning your grandmother." Christopher stopped from poking a meatball and glanced up at his father curiously

"What is it...?"

"Well dear... Her doctor called us today telling us that she may not have much longer to be here..." Mrs. Vanish stated uneasily, staring at her son in defeat

"And... As timing seems to hate us, me and your mother have decided to split up for a short while. We don't get along as much as we used to and we believe some time away from each other will help mend our relationship." Looking unfazed by the news, Christopher nodded without another word shared between the three. After dinner, Christopher headed up to the attic to think, finding a little comfort in being in a creational environment, surrounded by things he has created. He closed the attic door behind him before walking over to a stool and sitting on it, placing his head in his hands. Thoughts wondered throughout his mind, thoughts about the secrets that was kept from him that day being unleashed from beneath it's clothing. His grandmother was finally losing her battle with Lung Cancer, her old age getting to her with nothing but pain feeling her entire being. No human being should be left to suffer in any shape or form, unfortunately his father's mother was. Pertaining to his parent's decision to split up for a short time, which he knew was a lie to give him some ease of his grandmother's short time left on this earth. He knew that they were thinking of getting a divorce, all they had to do was go to court and sign papers, and that would be the end of their marriage for good. He rubbed his face in dismay, sighing deeply when the face of the girl he has been creating this whole summer flashed through his eyes, the inspiration to finally create her coming to mind. He looked up from his hand and over to a black long mural canvas that he was been saving to make a masterpiece, perhaps the time has come to finally put it to use. He stood up and began to pace around the room, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet as he thoughts about the color arrangements and what setting the piece will take. He knew that he has never painted something so big and complex before so it will take longer than his usual creations. He blinked rapidly once the corner of his eye was shined by the setting sun. He rose a hand, studying the arrangement of colors embedded into the sunset. The color of orange and hazel sparking an idea, the color of the girl's hair shall be as orange as a mango and bright as the sunset's rays of light. The color of the girl's eyes as welcoming as the hazel hidden behind all of the admonishing colors of pinks, reds, yellows, blues, and oranges. He began picked out the colors of his paints, carefully making sure the paints were the correct shades he needed them to be and would go perfectly with the other shades of colors he wanted to use in his new creation.