Art and Whisper

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As I walk pass by those admiring and unique artworks from different artist I feel like something in me telling that I belong in their too.

"Ayaw ko talaga sa mga arts na 'yan." I whispered.

"Why?" I was shock nang biglang may bumangga at bumulong sa aking tenga. Lumingon ako sa likuran only to see a guy in his brown polo, dark pants, and dark brown shoes. Holding a book that I think is a sketching book because of the pencil in his ear that I knew is an HB type of pencil. While he has a water bottled on his right hand.

He has those dark black eyes and long eyebrows and lashes. He has this strong figures in the face. A work of art and sculptured face. With those not so thin but thin lips. I think he is a Japanese because of his eye shape and the nose, pointing so handsomely. He has a dark brown hair that I think really suits him.

"naze desuka?" I smiled. I think I heard that somewhere. Now that I think of it...

"Art?" I ask. "Oh? You love those artworks?" I was taken aback baka hindi siya ang hinahanap ko. He's different from the past. He's mute and this one can speak. But his features have the same features either but Art is thin not this guy. He's thick and bulky.

"Hai." He smiled at me showing a dimple. And the second time again. I thought he's really Art.

"Who are you? You resemble someone a lot." He look at the paintings in the wall.

"I'm Arthur Vaughn. I think you mistaken." He left already. But I can't clear my mind though. Still thinking. Is he really? The Art I knew? He's charming but not erratic like the man I saw.

"Hey! Maliyah? Aalis na tayo." Bigla nalang na balik ang isip ko sa pangyayari ngayon.

"Oh? Ah.. Yes." Bakit lumulutang ang isip ko ngayon? I need to know about that man.

"Denise? Do you know someone? Like Arthur Vaughn?" She gleam. And kinda look like a fan. Kumikislap ang mata niya nang masabi ko ang panga lang Vauhgn. Kaya I think she knows him. Is he popular?

"Oh my... Goshhhhh! The one and only Arthur Vaughn is the man who painted those artworks." Huh? Those? In the walls?

"Bakit?" I whispered. Those paintings are triggering my amnesia. I have temporary amnesia because of the car incident. I only remember the guy who is with me in that accident.

And the memory of how he tell me Find me, my sunrise. I'm at the Art.

That's why I keep going through and through art museums and many bidding and others. I was losing hope not until may nare-remember na ako because of the paintings I see in my secret room. I didn't know I can paint those great arts and all of those are paintings of him.

At some point of my life I feel something is always missing a memories that I didn't know what. Feelings that is on a shadow.

What can I say, seems like not everything is working according to what I wanted.

Because I read my diary. I'm thankful because in my past life I always like to write about my feelings and happening in my life. Akala ko nga wala na talagang pag-asa na mabalik ang aking alala ngunit may plano pa pala ang tadhana.

I look back at those paintings na nagpaparamdam na na doon din ako.

Ouch. I touch my haid. Flashes. In the car. Bigla akong napatingin sa isa sa mga painting na naka display sa pinakagitna. It was a woman, na nakatalikod at may hawak na bundle of roses.

But then all the painting as I look at them they're all the same. Iisang tao lang ang nakalagay. At iisang emotion lang ang nakaukit sa mga figurine at paintings. It was longing. The next I look at the sculptured sunset it's so mesmerising that i don't know why but I seem to love it. Noon pa man sunset is the most beautiful view I love. I don't like sunrise it makes me feel like I have to always wake up and do the same thing again. And again.

"Hey! Maliyah! Iyah!..." I touch my head. It hurts. Oh damn.

"Aray!" Then I saw flashes in the car. The man with me. Art. Is making his body a shield to protect me nangbigla nalang natapon ang aming kotse sa malaking dagat. I didn't panicked instead I'm sad. That day. Ano ba talaga ng nangyari. Then again flashes na naman.

Then before I passed out. I saw a man. Those eyes. The scar in his neck. His Art. My Art. Arthur Vaughn.

...

"Where am I?" Bigla nalang may narinig akong maingay kaya nagising ako.

"Buti gising kana, Iyah! I'm so scared." Denise took a step closer.

I flinch nang Bigla na naman sumakit ang ulo ko.

"Art!" I shouted. I panic. "Where's Art?"

"Hey, calm down. Doc!" I then rembered everything because I saw the painting the painting that both of us draw before I lost consciousness.

"Art! Art!" I was shouting. "Is he safe?! Is he the man?. Oh God. I need to see him."

"Hey! IYAH!" "Breath." Denise said.

"Your Panicking." Yeah. Everything's alright. "I remembered all of it. Denise. I remember him. Art." I cried. "Art. My Art." I softly murmured his name. The man who is soft, lovable and honestly a great guy.

"A-ano ba ang nangyayari sa iyo?" She ask me. I answered with my brightest smile. So Art's real name is Arthur Vaughn.

"I can't believe you make me worry then now, smiling like an idiot." I rolled my eyes.

"Ano kaba! I'm happy I finally remember." Saad ko na ikinanganga niya.

"Oh? I'm... I mean... Its glad to know. But. How?" she's speechless. Of course. I didn't think that in 3 years I finally remember him.

"Now... I will make him mine. Mine alone." I said as I sat in the bed. Of course because of Art's changed attitude. Maybe... He forget me?

.....

I was running in errands nang bigla na naman akong nahilo. I'm too stressed this days.

"Are you okay?" I look at the one who catch me. And just as about makakahinga na ako bigla na naman akong nahimatay. Why?

He's... Here.

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