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ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ
5 years later
My life has been a battle, one that at many moments I thought was an impossible feat, yet despite every downfall, I kept fighting. Just like he told me to. I have been told by many people that everything will feel better in time and that I won't be sad forever. But from experience I have learnt that time doesn't heal, it just distracts.
5 years ago, I wished that time would stop. I wanted to stay in the moment where my memory of him was fresh and alive. He may have been gone but his memory was still at the forefront of my mind, vivid and bright and unrelentingly unforgettable. I wanted it to stay that way. I wanted him and my memories of him, my memories of us, to forever remain a constant thought.But as I said, time distracts us from feeling things. They don't get better, they just fade.So I don't find myself mourning him everyday. Instead, I take a moment to look at the glass flower that I always keep beside me and allow myself to think of him fondly. To think of the love that we both unknowingly shared for each other. The love that I still cling on to and am yet to overcome and gift to someone else.
Moving on is supposedly another concept that becomes easier with time. Yet I'm still unable to understand how I could ever stop loving Megumi Fushiguro, and I don't think I ever want to.
He wanted me to remember him, and it was an easy task to do. I remember him everyday, even when I don't want to. Even on the days where I wish I never met him. That may sound cruel, loving someone but wishing that you didn't, but I can't help it. Sometimes I find myself thinking of what my life would've been like had I never met him. I don't like those thoughts. So I found a way to commemorate his life through an idea that I never thought was possible until he voiced his belief in me.
He told me once, that one day I would have my own art gallery. And he was right. So as I make my way up the stairs in front of me, I pause, allowing myself a moment to stare at the sign hanging proudly on the front of the building.
FUSHIGURO ART GALLERY
A smile makes its way onto my face instantaneously as I read the sign. It was an easy decision to make his name the name of the gallery.
He was my muse, and our love was the most beautiful masterpiece that I ever got to witness. I continue up the stairs and walk through the grand doors of the gallery, immediately overwhelmed with happiness when I see my artwork and other beautiful pieces decorating the walls. Each painting stems from the deepest parts of my soul that I've only ever shared with him and plan on keeping it that way. Over the years I've created new pieces that I love, yet they all lack true meaning.
All except one.
My eyes scan the room for the painting in question, and when I find it, my heart leaps.It's there, hanging on the center of the wall, isolated yet completely capturing the gazes of everyone in the room. I walk over, my eyes fully glued to painting, ignoring everything and everyone surrounding me. I stand there in front of it, looking up in admiration at my own work.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" I look beside me at a young women who seems consumed by the painting even more than I.
"You like it?"
"I can't take my eyes off it. It says so much, without saying anything at all. The artist is incredibly talented," she says, clueless to the fact that the artist is standing right beside her.
"Thank you, it's my favorite piece I've ever done." She finally peels her eyes away from the painting and gapes at me
"You're the artist?" she clears her throat and holds her hand out for me to shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you, truly."
I smile at her warmly, "It's lovely to meet you too. I'm Y/n." We shake hands and then bath silently go back to appreciating the painting. It was quiet until the mystery women breaks the silence.
"Do you have a name for the painting?"
I look to my hand which cradles the delicate glass flower and then I look to the sky with a small smile before I answer her.
"Yes. I call it-"
"The art of loving Megumi."
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