"a real you? What do you mean by 'the real you'? and why? i don't understand"
Thomas Maxfield has received a strange painting during his working time at a museum as an art restoration expert and a museum archivist. However,things started too change...
I got woken up by the light from the window. "It's morning now....huh?" I'm still sleepy at the moment and this will take me a very hard time to get back to work. "So it wasn't a dream after all?"I got up and looked at the window. Nothing, nothing at all...only pure emptiness outside. I sighed and turned back, feeling hopeless. "Perhaps I can't get back to my home forever" i open the door and leave my room....
For some reason, my feet felt empty when I stepped out of the door and closed it. The door then vanished, but it gives me a clue of something happened next. It was then I realized.....the door was in fact appeared.....mid-air! "YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I yelled as i fell face first on the floor. "Oh, you've finally awake"I looked up and saw the painting again.
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"I was wondering how long you're going to sleep" the painting, however, it's composition has completely changed, from sitting straight elegantly to sitting near a table like a royalty. Even so, I didn't cared much as I already get angry for that petty reason "then you don't really HAVE TO PLACE THAT DOOR UP HIGH EXPECTING ME TO SLEEPWALK TO A CLIFF!" I couldn't controlled the anger so I just let it all out. The girl first giggled softly, then laughed mischievously at me "oh, look at you. You're such a cute one, ain't you?" She paused to calm down a bit "but still, you have to know this. Neglected paintings tend to forget their painters" she leaned towards me even though it's just the distance of a barrier between me and a canvas. "You don't want me to forget you, did you?"
I kept quiet and got up slowly, I never expected her to be that close to me and blushed....again. "are you still not ready yet?" She sighed, facepalming after she looked at my blushed face. "Anyway,All i get lately are fruits" she complained, as she's unsatisfied for the meal yesterday. "Getting the same colour and flavour is so boring" I slowly observing the Painting, this time, on her table there are fruits. Pineapples,apples, bananas, you name it,you have it. But not before that, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Again, there's messages in it. I quickly take a look and saw this first message
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"A sculptor? Seems like he's more experienced than I do. But God, didn't he know she hates same taste?" I frowned my eyes with disappointment. But the next one really got me good. If you wondering,the next message is the last moment of the sculptor
