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01 | another love
Vena sat alone in her room. The sound of the wind whistling outside, the smell of spring air, the touch of the golden sun. It was all so very soothing. Vena stood by her window, a canvas in front of her. It was magic to her, how a few colours can make such a realistic picture. Her brush stroked the canvas. She loved art. It was all very calming and cooling for her. A way of detaching from the cruel world. If not painting, Vena would spend her time reading and writing. She hid in her room most of the time, unless she had to go to school.
"Vena!" The voice of her cruel Mother yelled, "You have school today!"
Vena sighed, colouring the last bit of her painting before going to wash her hands. She put her shoes on and pulled her bag off the floor. She walked to school, only to be met by Emilia, a friend of hers.
"Good morning!" Emilia greeted.
"Morning!" Vena replied.
"How are you?"
"Fine, I guess. What about you?"
"Why 'I guess'?"
"Because."
"Is there something making you sad or somthing, Vena?"
"Nope."
"Okay. How's your art?"
"Fine."
"That's great!"
"Yeah."
"Vena... are you alright?
"Yeah why?"
"You seem tired or different," Emilia said concerned.
"Tired. It's because my lack of ability to sleep, it's normal," Vena lied. Well it wasn't an actually lie, she hasn't been sleeping well for the past weeks. Her father was sent off to war, she was scared everyday. The horrible thoughts clouding her mind, always wondering if he would ever return. She would cry herself to sleep at the harsh words of her mother. The only thing keeping Vena sane, other than her hobbies, was Olivia. Olivia Miller was Vena's older sister. Since it was now November, rain would pour everyday.
"Okay," Emilia nodded, "If you need anything, I'm here."
"And I for you," Vena smiled.
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The clouds were finally letting down all they have been bottling up. The sound of the rain soothing, yet annoying. The streets were now pools of water. Cars and buses were stopped, people were unable to get home. The people who decided, it was smart to walk home, were drenched. But one particular girl, didn't mind the rain. She would go out and dance with her older sister, as the rain poured carelessly over them. Even though the two girls would wake up with a cold or fever, they enjoyed it. Walking the streets in England, Vena pulled her coat tighter around her body, making sure she wouldn't drop her, now drenched, bag.
"Hello Mrs. Ainsley!" She waved, as a mother with two young children passed her.
"Hello Vena, dear! How are you today?" Mrs. Ainsley
"I'm good! How are you doing? And how are little Emma and David?"
"I'm good as well, the two children are doing great. I just picked them up from school. How is everything going? How are you parents? Olivia?"
"Mother and Father are fine. Olivia is ill, though. She's getting better."
"Oh? What happened? I assume it's the cold?"
"No, actually. We go dancing in the rain every year, then the next day we fall ill. Olivia did it with her friends, this year though."
"Ah, I see. Stay safe dear. These days aren't the same."
"You too, Mrs. Ainsley."
"Goodbye!" Mrs. Ainsley waved.
"Goodbye!" Vena replied. She waved at the two young children. Emma giggled in response and David waved back with his tiny hand. Vena continued waking. Vena ran into the small garden, walking down the path.
"Vena, you're home. Go, make soup for your sister," Her mother ordered once she caught sight of Vena. The words pierced her heart. She felt pathetic. A normal teenager would waste her tears on drama and young love. Vena's were wasted on another love.
"Okay," Vena said with a forced smile. Vena walked into the kitchen. Chopping up some vegetables and placing them on top. Making her sister's favourite vermicelli soup. She gently picked up the plate, making sure not to drop it. She walked slowly to her sister's room, using her shoulder to push open the door.
