Visual of Elysian (Abstract Series #2)

Chapter 13

"Do you like it?"

I quickly nodded my head as I roamed my eyes around the art gallery. Sobrang ganda sa labas pero mas nakakamangha ang loob! I can't imagine how much time and effort went into each of these arts.

"Bakit dala mo ang camera mo?" I asked when I saw him holding his camera while we were roaming around.

He smiled. "For memories."

Tumango lang ako at pinagpatuloy ang paglalakad. Kaunti lang ang tao sa loob dahil gabi na at weekdays pa. I came to a standstill in front of a large painting depicting the tower clock from London named Big Ben. May bata sa kabilang parte ng tower at matanda naman sa kabila.

It reminds me of life. How time has the ability to instill fear or exhilaration in those who live inside it. Every second counts, and we only appreciate this as we become older. Habang bata pa tayo, iniisip lang natin ang maglaro at maging masaya hanggang sa nakakalimutan na natin ang oras. However, as we grow older, time becomes gold because it appears to flow but is finite.

Aid was staring at me with a wide smile on his face as I looked at him. Para akong nagiging bata ulit tuwing magkasama kami. Nakakalimutan ko ang oras at wala akong pakialam sa kinabukasan basta't kasama ko siya. But, like time, we flow but are constrained. It may be content for the time being, but we have no idea when it will end.

"Why are you staring? Sobrang gwapo ko ba talaga?" he joked, wiggling his brows at me.

I smiled a little. Ang importante ngayon ay kung ano ang mayroon kami. I'll simply enjoy life with him and deal with the consequences of being happy later.

I glared at him when I saw his camera pointed at me. Mabilis ko iyong hinawi kaya naman humalakhak siya na parang natutuwa pa sa reaksyon ko.

"Don't take pictures of me!" I snarled at him when he attempted to focus his camera on me once more.

His lips rose for a smirk until he couldn't contain himself and laughed again. When he caught me arching my brow at him, he immediately stopped and licked his lower lip.

"I am not. I only take pictures of something valuable. Like, arts," he defended.

Inirapan ko lang siya bago muling hinarap ang painting. He remained silent for a while so I looked back at him only to be welcomed by an overwhelming light.

"Bakit mo ako kinukuhanan?" galit kong puna sa ginawa niya.

"Sorry! I forgot to take off the flash." He looked surprised too and adjusted the setting.

I blinked a lot of times to recover from the light I got a while ago. Nang makabawi, bumalik ang masamang tingin ko sa kanya.

"Akala ko ba something valuable like arts lang ang kinukuhanan mo ng litrato?"

He stared at me. I can feel it again. His eyes were communicating with me.

"Sabi ko nga." He smiled before taking another picture of me.

"Aid!" naiinis ko na talagang saway sa kanya.

"Just let me, Sian." Sinubukan kong umilag tuwing kinukuhanan niya ako ng pictures pero parang mas natutuwa pa siya sa bawat galaw ko.

"'Wag ako ang kunan mo ng pictures! Ang dami kayang paintings at sculptures sa paligid! 'Yon ang kunan mo ng litrato!" sigaw ko nang hindi ko na nakayanan ang kulit niya.

"Bakit hindi ikaw?" he asked while crossing his arms and leaned on the wall.

Umismid ako. "Because I am not an art?"

"Who said you are not?" He genuinely smiled and continued to take pictures of me from different angles.

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