CHAPTER EIGHT
"The more you'll look at me
The more you'll find
darkness wasn't invisible at all
you were visibly blind"
You.. you wanna know..?
"Yes I do!" Why am I saying like this? "I mean if you don't have any problem to share it" I managed.
It's not like we're too close or friends, but yeah we have became friends ever since we met. We never claimed it but we know, right? So I can ask him..
"Such a stinky girl you are! And he isn't your friend, he never said so! You're talking out of no where. Duh!" Well you know who can talk like that to me. I'll ignore her..
I now let go my fork and waiting impatiently to know what he was talking about. I don't know why I was nervous but, I was damn nervous!
"You know I.. I don't remember anything," he said
WHAT! Wha- I was waiting to hear this? Like- ah!
"You don't remember what?" Covering my anger issues I asked.
"I don't remember anything, except what my mom told me," he sounds confused.
"What did she said?" I asked again curling my red thick hair with my finger impatiently.
"She told me about, me. About father, about my background, about my family and about her.." he again stopped.
Why does he sounds like he is a little kid and mum has to tell him everything, in fact about himself!?
"I.. um really don't understand what you're talking about" I'm confused
Without answering my question he started "I am searching that star, I don't know how or when but I have to find her!"
"Star? Her? Is there a girl named star, that you're talking about?" I'm beyond confused!
My poor abandoned spaghetti staring at me but I have lost my interest in it.
"Yes, she is a girl. I don't know if her name is star but I know that she's star" sounds cringe! "I have to find her" he said with a confidence in his voice.
A blink of an unknown feeling ran through my bone
"Well.." I wanted to ask about more but "Good night mr. Asfour, have a great sleep" I said smiling then hung up.
Who is this star?
• • • • • • •
THE NEXT DAY (morning)
At Deborah's kitchen
I'm sick of eating eggs every morning! I hate breakfast and egg is the main reason! But it's good for health and I have to eat it!
I wonder what mr. Asfour is doing, he have a personal chef there to make his meals but he insisted to make his foods by his own. I don't also like people making food for me, I like to do it in my own way.
I'm wearing a light pink robe, my puffy hair is tied in a messy bun that's because I just woke up. Now I should get ready for the workshop.
"Star.." I murmured by myself.
"Why? You're jealous?" My subconscious smirked at me.
"And what made you think that I'm jealous over a STAR?" I said with a little push.
I whispered to myself, "he isn't a boy that can make me jealous. No one ever could take my heart and no one ever can"
• • • • • • •
THE PRESENT DAY
AT DEBORAH'S WORKSHOP
I entered as I saw him sitting in front of the canvas, pouring some color to a palette. A drop of red color dropped on his white t-shirt.
I laughed "do you really wear a white dress while painting?" I said as I took a handkerchief and gave him.
"Well.." his hands are covers with dark red colors. He hold his hand up to show me it's poor condition.
I smiled and leaned towards him to clean the paint. He spread his arms so that I can clean it but it's.. kinda weird for me. I didn't look at him instead I looked down and started cleaning.
"Down?" My subconscious smirked.
"Shut up!" I murmured.
The color won't go, yeah I know it won't go without washing. But at least for now I just cleaned some stains and told him to go change it.
"It's okay I think I should paint this white t-shirt also" he laughed
It was a good day. I felt good talking to him, I don't know but I liked to have a company. I always wanted to stay with many people but.. couldn't.
"I think it's enough for today now. You should take rest teacher" he said mocking me.
We laughed,
"Yes I think so too. Good night mr. Asf-" he stopped me.
"Mr. Asfour? No you can call me Daniyal after all you're my teacher!" Still have a funny tone.
"Okay I can. You can also call me deborah" I smiled
"Deborah," he mimicked "what Deborah means?" He quickly asked looking at me curiously.
"Deborah.. it means snowflake" I said with a smile.
"Wow! It suits on you you're calm and plain I guess..?" He asked or said?
A guy calling me plain, is new!
Plain ha?
I rise my head up and said
"They say,
Snowflakes are mysterious,
It looks calm and invisible. But when you take a good look,
Your eyes won't be able to resist the beauty of it's unforgettable patterns..."
The unknown patterns...
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Ps/. Yes I'm a selfish author and I like to keep the main characters name as mine :p hehe!
Thanks to my amazing little sister justea08 for suggesting me this amazing name! It's an Albanian name and in Albania "yuki/Snow" stands for "dëbore" but for names they call it "Deborah", isn't it interesting?
Go check her my readers! She's adorable!
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Mystery / Thriller~ White canvas, pouring blood underneath With a sinful stroke, she'll be coming to take it ~ "Deborah, a professional artist. A girl with sinful blood. When she tried to stop it, it took the be...
