It lived in his mind for months. He devoured every smudges of texture and wondered how much force she applied on each stroke. In his head, every moves of the artist's hands was reenacted as he ran his eyes all over every piece. Every page a moment shared; every concept a story told. He found the abstract of many elements easy to go through. Each element lending a gentle ushering pull to the next. What would probably be a puzzle to many or a challenge to some, he found her art to be a familiar ground he can easily navigate. It is as if, it was made out of landscapes his brain is already familiar with.
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P.S.
The next parts are when this story gets to reveal a bit more of both main characters. I hope you like it.
Love,
Seventh Bl1ss
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Eight-Piece
RomanceHanna found him again after 5 years, last time with no breath, this time with no memories. The soul connection is just strong she ended up painting an 8-piece collection for the boy she was waiting for... How they'll work it out through the many twi...