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Esther
He extend his hand, and I put mine on his. He smiles, and gently make me step on the canoe boat. The boat swing left to right until we both sit opposite sides on the seat, facing each other.
He turns back and unhook the rope which made the boat move towards the lake. He pick up his violin and set his posture and I stare at his beauty, as he plays the violin.
The skyline silver lake, fresh wind that hung swap sweet smell in it as our hair lightly flows with it. Sound of soothing violin rang out from the shimmering emptiness of space around us.
Beautiful sunset with a broad span of Tuscany-blue and orange sky was slashed above it, making it appear like nature’s amphitheatre.
I pick up my pencil and my sketch book and stare at him dearly, before starting to draw him. The boat keeps moving, he keeps playing his violin which gave me so peace and I keep sketching him, and the scenario behind.
After some time, he put his violin down, and I feel his stare at me. I look up and he smiles.
“What are you doing?” He asked. I show him, his painting. After a rough sketch I filled it with colors. He smiles, showing me his rectangular smile which warms my heart.
“Pretty. Can I keep this?” He asked, and I nod, tearing the paper from my book and handing it to him. He rolls it, and keep it with him.
“We are almost here,” He said.
“Yes, I am so excited to see the museum,” I replied and soon we reached at the bank of the lake and he ties the rope with hook and get up.
He steeped out from the boat before grabbing his belongings and putting them down and extend his hand towards me, his fingers hugged my palm and he makes me step out too.
My hair flows, and I try to settle them. He chuckles and go behind me, his fingers brush past my ears as he gently tie all my hair back with the ribbon, I was wearing. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I stiff at my place when he whisper in my ear.
“Is it okay now?” He asked, and I nod.
“Let’s go,” He said, holding my hand once again and pick up our things as we walked towards the newly built museum.
We reached there and he deposit all our things there as one guide show us the museum by telling us about various things.
“You both are the first one to visit this museum, I hope you will enjoy,” He said to us.
“Before the museum built, what place was this?” I asked.
“A abandoned castle, maybe 100 years old,” He said and my lips turn into ‘o’ shape.
