Trapped in Your Love

Chapter 4 : The Past Can Only Be Accepted

The past cannot be changed, forgotten, edited or erased; it can only be accepted.

The boy with the curtained hair glanced at the beautiful girl sleeping on the bed, then back at his sketchbook. His sketchbook was his prized possession. He drew everything in there. Just by flicking through it you would be able to see his own story. The happy parts as well as the sad all entwined together like a beautiful fairy tale.

He was very talented to say the least. But he kept it hidden from his father, who despised such things. His father thought of his son drawing sketches as humiliating and not very Caproregime like.

"Mama look, it's you!" The young curtain haired boy ran up to his mother with his drawing.

He was very talented for his age. And had captured his mother's beauty in just one single drawing. His mother smiled warmly gazing at the drawing in awe. "Wow, it's beautiful."

"Father look!" The boy said running up to his father who remained unfazed by his son, "I drew mama!"

The man tilted his newspaper down glancing at the drawing. An unimpressed scowl formed across his face as he snatched the drawing out of his son's hand. "What is this?"

A small pout formed on the boy's face. "How many times have I told you not to draw these stupid sketches!" His father shouted ripping up the piece of paper.

The boy gasped and ran back to his mother who was cooking in the kitchen. "What happened?"

The little boy hugged his mum resting his face against her tummy and softly sniffling. "Father ripped up my drawing."

"Oh my baby. Come here." She stroked the locks of his hair before patting his head gently. She kissed the top of his head before carrying him in her arms.

She made her way into the living room, her eyes met with her husband's. "Why on earth would you do something like that Dae?"

"I've told him multiple times drawing is not for boys!"

"If he wants to draw we should let him. He's only a child. I can't believe you ripped up his drawing!"

Dae Aira got up from his seat. "He's meant to be holding guns not pencils! If he goes around drawing these stupid sketches, he won't be taken seriously Iseul! Neither will I. I can't have him tarnishing our reputation like this!"

Iseul Aira glanced at her son and placed him down before walking up to her husband. "I have never heard such nonsense come out of anyone's mouth before. Reputation? Is that all you care about Dae? What about our son! Has The BlackNabi suddenly become more important than our son?!"

Dae sighed loudly massaging his fingers on his temple. "No Iseul I didn't mean it like that. Of course, he's important. Don't you see I'm doing this for him. I'm doing all this so he can lead on after me!"

Iseul laughed bitterly. "No Dae. You've lost sight of what matters. My son can do anything he wants to do. If he wants to draw then so be it!"

Iseul grabs her son in her arms and walks out of the living room back into the kitchen. "You're the one spoiling him Iseul!" Her husband bellowed watching her storm out, "you'll understand what I mean one day!"

He held his pen towards her, outstretching his arm in her direction and closed his left eye. He could stare at this sleeping girl forever. She's beautiful. What was her name again? Yu Na-Bi. She's just as pretty as one. A sweet little butterfly. Surely it was no coincidence, he thought.

He continued making soft strokes on the page with his black pen. He loved using black ink pens for his sketches. They gave him a sense of thrill because one small accident couldn't be erased. Instead you had to work with it. Improvise. See where it takes you.