Aki ito - Red Thread Of Destiny

Chapter 2 :Predestined Encounter

POV MEW
"Today I might know the identity of the boy whose heart they transplanted to, Ty."

It is with this in mind that I enter my workshop. I have taken refuge in painting for three years. I've been working in the art business since I took over my life two years ago. Losing Ty made me crazy and I do not speak figuratively; so much so that I ended up in analysis and it took a whole year and the love of family and friends to return to a normality or pseudo normality. One of them is Mild, with whom we have known each other since college as well as being my right-hand man. In fact, although I am a very renowned and sought after artist in the field of art I never participate in any worldly event. I don't like confusion and I especially hate gossip about my personal life. I tend to push away all those who try to discover something of my life , and especially if I notice that they approach me physically. Also because since I appeared in a well-known magazine, many are the nosy people who try in every way to enter my graces and between my sheets. That's why Mild, as my deputy, is in my place at all public events. Luke, Mild, Tul and Boun are the people who kept me alive after Ty died. They all work x me but in reality we are a family united first of all by affection. If they hadn't been there, I don't think I'd have gotten out of the depression tunnel I'd fallen into.
I hear the door open and a very altered Boun comes in slamming the door.
--I don't understand the behavior of some of my colleagues.. -- he says while positioning himself in front of me. The colleagues you're talking about are the reporters. Boun takes care of all the media bureaucracy, takes care of the press services as well as accompanying me during the launch of each new exhibition.

-- first move out of the way.. I can't really see the tones of light -- I tell him that before he entered I was working on a new project -- second, explain to me what is happening. -- request.
I see him moving.
-- They're bringing attention back to your private life. --Tells me exasperated.
-Boun you are my friend , as well as being my employee... But shouldn't you prevent that from happening? -I tell him a little annoyed.
-Mew, you know better than I do that it's not easy.. -- It tells me sad-- if only you were dating someone. --It tells me tactfully.
-Boun! -- I shout at him now --you shouldn't even think about it! You know too that there will be no one else in my life! -- I tell him . He knows that this makes me angry, I get nervous and I start to collect everything.
--Mew.. everyone thinks your coming out is a hoax! An expedient to drive away the profiteers, they have never seen you with anyone at your side-says -- as I do every time to counter if you don't give me anything to work on.. If I didn't know better, I'd fall for it, too.
-Boun! Stop making excuses and solve the problem! I have an exhibition to put on and I have a lot of work to finish. - I order them while I put everything in a bag. -- I go to the lake.. I need to work in solitude and tranquility.. -I communicate.
-Mew wait! --yells at me behind.

POV GULF
I need to take a breath of fresh air...I am two days locked in the house to work on the photos I took for the exhibition that I present in a few days.
But now I have to breathe clean air.. and I already know where to go.. is another of the reasons why I love my new home.. The latter is located near a lake.
Before I go out I take my inseparable Canon my cell phone, wallet and keys to the apartment ,and I go out.
Walking in the green relaxes me a lot and allows me to capture the best beauty of the place. I enter the park where you can immediately see a side of the lake.
I start taking pictures of nature , of its inhabitants and I go on like this for about half an hour. Meanwhile I also arrived in the picnic part, where some people are chatting, children play and other people relaxing. Among them there was also a painter. How not to notice it was so focused on his canvas that he did not even notice that some squirrels had approached him ... How do I miss this shot ? I place my canon. And I take a few photos, just in time before the little animals ran away. I sit on the grass to check my shots and in the last one I centered the moment the squirrel was standing.. My Canon managed to focus it well blurring everything else, including the painter. I decide to stay and keep the tranquility of the place, just as my phone rings. It's Max!
-- Max tell me! -- I answer immediately -- there are news? -- I ask . These days, I've been wondering if it would be appropriate to disrupt Ellen and Alex's lives, having met them on those rare occasions at school. That's why I'm waiting for them to decide whether or not they want to meet me.