Candid

One

Colors everywhere.

Several arts hanging on every corner of this room.

Different stories.

Different feelings.

I stopped then turned my gaze at the painting of sunset infront of me.

The details of this painting gaves me chill. I feel like I'm really looking at the magnificent view of a sunset in real life.

Damn, I suddenly have the urge to buy that painting. I only have one problem...

Money.

I sighed. And now, I'm starting to think of different ways on how can I get money to satisfy myself and get the things that I want. It's difficult that the things you wanted costs so much you just close your eyes and move on.

Moving on with the painting I will never have, I walked to another part of the room wherein there are paintings as well but in a mini size.

The painting looks so cute that I will probably get 3 of them later.

While looking at the rose painting, that the background is mixed colors, my gaze went to someone who is looking at the painting of sunset that caught my interest too a while ago.

Is that him?

I'm now focused looking at his way.

He's wearing a white shirt, jeans, black long sleeves polo which is rolled up to his elbows as though the buttons were all open, revealing his white shirt. He partnered it with a pair of white sneakers.

I felt my cheeks turned red when he looked back at me yet I didn't hide the fact that I'm actually staring at him either. What's the point of hiding if he already caught me in the act?

Gray pair of eyes are now staring at my pitch black one.

We're just looking at each other despite of people around us that walking passed by.

It looks like the world stopped revolving around its axis and I'm lost in those gray, gloomy eyes.

My heart melts when he started to walked on my direction. Eyes still focused on me like I am the only one he can see.

My breathing hitched and I am seem to be lost in nothingness and cannot dare to move any muscle in my body. My mind is not cooperating with me, seems like in the midst of a hurricane yet my heart keeps pounding rapidly inside my chest. And I cannot help to get anxious as I was thinking that people might hear it too.

"Hey."

Damn. I can now rest in peace.

He is now infront of me. His manly scent surrounded me that is a blessing to my nostrils. It felt like home. I cannot help wanting to wrap my arms around him and stay by his side forever.

Which is fucking weird given the fact that I only met him once and this is just the second time that I met him.

He is a merely stranger to me.

How can you say that a stranger felt like home?

Geez.

This ain't a shitty romance novels wherein the protagonist will meet a mere stranger and then they will fall in love later upon seeing each other.

It will not happen in real life.

It will never.

"Hi." I answered back.

"I'm glad that you're still here. Safe and sound."

A chuckled escaped my mouth after hearing what he said.

Just as I thought.

"I already told you that day. I'm not going to commit suicide. At least not now."

He smiled a little and glance sideways as if hiding it from me, scratching his nape.

"Good. In that case, I can get to know you more."

He whispered. But the only thing I heard is "good".

"Pardon?"

"I said, an art gallery could never be as unique as you."

And just like the painting of sunset who caught my attention earlier, he caught my attention too.

His colors caught my eyes. Dark like the sky in the night. Shines like the sun in the morning. They meet in a chiaroscuro painting. Flowers bloom after their encounter.

An art that probably I will not get tired of seeing to.