Desmond gets up and walks away. He left the old man and the paintings with him. Something came up to Desmond's mind and he decided to look back.
"You like my paintings, right? It's all yours now for free. I don'tneed it anymore, "said Desmond and continued walking away.
The old man sends Desmond a letter everyday and he always ignores it,but one rainy day a colorful letter came and that made him open it.
When he read the old man's letter, he found it significant andinteresting. He found inspiration from it again and began to paint his canvas,
but after years of communication, the old man suddenly stopped sending him letters. He was mad at first, but he thought that the old man would never do that to him because he had known him best for years.
He started to portray the old man according to the physique that he remembers because he didn't know his name. He hadn't thought about it in years; all he knew was that the old man had kept him company through his letters for three years.
He asks his villagers, but nobody knows about him. He lost his hopeagain and while walking in the alleyway he saw a paper with the old manportrayed on it.
"It's a newspaper," he said excitedly, but when he opened thenews it said
"Don. Vicho Casso Luchiero" died of cardiac arrest andthe old man inherited his wealth to an unknown citizen in Milan, Italy, DesmondIvanovich.
"That's me, I'm sure of it! I am unknown because I live in thissmall village in Switzerland, "Desmond said in his mind.
He claimed his inheritance and Desmond received a letter from Don. Vicho,
saying "Use this to fulfill your dreams and go to your desired places.Explore the world and never forget your passion. It's the only thing that makespeople happy. "
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My Dream Was You
Short StoryA selfish act can be your greatest downfall. We humans are known to inherit the characteristics of infinite discontentment. That's why many of us become greedy and unhappy with life. Sometimes you dream so big that you forget who you are and what yo...
