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Astraea's POV
Just trust the process.
Trust the process.
Trust.....fu*k the process. I thought as I attempted to paint the other eye, keyword attempted. I massaged my neck with my hand and cracked my back.
Crack
Oh, that was a nice crack, coming back to my piece I glare at my poor sketch of the other eye, hoping it would magically paint itself. That's it, I can't do it, the pressure, it's too much, I carefully pick up my brush from my palette and dip it in my fresh and clear bowl of water, this is my favorite part. As I dip the brush, the colors immediately explode out of the brush, making intricate patterns, like the smoke when you burn an incense stick.
The colours, blend, swirl and eventually mix in the clear water. Oddly enough, this brought me peace and solace from the hustle-bustle of my daily life, coming here at four in the morning with my supplies brings an intangible feeling of freedom, the kind which soon enough became my reason to get up in the morning. It made me feel something other than my usual feeling of being ignored. The fact that I can create anything and everything without the fear of judgment, and express my pent-up emotions is the only thing that's keeping me going. Due to this reason I've always been attracted to the art of creating, not necessarily painting but other forms too like music, dance, and writing. I guess I just desperately needed something to keep me distracted from my unfortunate life. It all started after my mother went missing, my father became distant and re-married which cause my life to take a pernicious turn.
A cold breeze flew by, shaking my body to the core, snapping me out of my thoughts, I decided it was finally time to get out of the water and get ready for the day.
Achoo
Oh great, just what I needed.
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"Thank you so much, Mr. Kaur, for your donations," I reply with a wide smile, unable to keep my excitement at bay. We had a major shortage of funds after the scandal our president got herself into. Almost, half of our investors pulled out their funds which caused the hospital to be drowned in loads of debt and a shortage of medical equipment. We were struggling but thanks to the HUGE donation Mr. Kaur made we can pay off our debt and the staff can finally get paid their due salary.
"It's the least I can do, after all, I am forever indebted to this hospital, especially you Ms. Aetos. At this age, I really don't have much use of so much money." He replied with a genuine smile, his eyes crinkling. He was a humble African-Indian, who wasn't that old but was a minimalist preferring to live a humble lifestyle instead of a lavish one he could most certainly have. I met him a couple of years ago when he came for treatment for his brother who was in desperate need of a kidney transplant.
*beep*
" Sorry, I am needed for an emergency surgery so please excuse me," I say apologetically without waiting for a reply and run to the ER.
Meanwhile in the ER
"Thirty-two-year-old male with a stab wound on the abdomen, two broken ribs, and a gunshot wound on the shoulder." The policeman said frantically, his voice wavering.
"Call Dr. Aetos, now and shift him to the bed." Said the head nurse present.
After a few painful minutes, Astraea appeared and the atmosphere shifted from tense to one of relief. The head nurse briefed her on the situation and after examining the patient Astraea, immediately ordered them to prep for surgery.
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Little did she know, that her life had just taken a very drastic turn.
For better? or for worse, only time will tell.
-Olivia :)
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