Invisible String

6

He did everything his friend advised him to do. Right now he is in Duomo di Milano.

He silently said his prayers. After he prayed and the mass started.

A flashback of a memory suddenly struck Lucian. 'Did you know that when you enter a church for the first time, you can make a wish and have that wish granted?'

He finished it  with a wish and went out of the church full of hope.

Just a few moments after he got out a familiar face walk past by him.

He started to look for her in every person that is walking to his right.

Groups and families walk on different direction making it harder for him to see her.

When he lost all of his hope in finding her, Lucian sat in the corner stairs of the church. Accepting that it was all in his mind.

Lucian left the church and goes to a market and bring some food on his way back.

Unable to focus to his errand thinking who might it be that walk passed him earlier. He went inside a store to buy a varnish and canvas.

He picks up three different sizes of canvas and the varnish he needed then pays it the cashier.

"117." The cashier said and he handed the money.

Lucian checks his social media and saw the thing that confirms his suspicion.

Lucille posted a picture of the church. Then Lucian commented, 'Bist du noch in der Nähe des Doms?'

Forgetting how to speak in english after he was shocked.

While walking around the market, Lucille got the notice and reads it while fixing all the things she buy in the market.

'Ja, derzeit auf dem Markt.' She replied using a translatot moments later and takes the bag and left.

Lucian looked around the market trying his luck if he can still see her.

Uh-uh, uh, uh
You brush past me in the hallway
And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

His head keeps moving trying to locate her.

I've been watchin' you for ages
And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it
But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

After an hour he was home. Opening his social media but theres no post from her account. .

"Lucille, capture every moment in Emilia Romagna." My boss told me.

I took several shots of Ferrari Factory, Ferrari Museum with the simulator.

During this full-day experience, you will be able to become familiar with some well-known Italian brands and delicacies born in Emilia-Romagna.

What would you do if they never found us out?
What would you do if we never made a sound?
'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

'We will visit local producers to learn something new about the production processes of Parmigiano Reggiano cheese, Traditional Balsamic Vinegar of Modena, Lambrusco sparkling wine. After all the tours, you’ll taste the products to discover their typical flavors.'

I inserted few parts already in the magazine while we wsit for our food.

"Make sure that you include the history of everything that we tried, huh, lucille." In which I nod in reply.

And I could see you up against the wall with me
And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?
That I can see you

Lucian started to do finally touches to his art pieces. "Sind Sie bereit? Sollen wir anfangen, Leute hereinzulassen, oder brauchen Sie mehr Zeit?" His secretary asked. (Are you ready? Shall we start allowing people in or do you need more time?)

He signals him that everything is ready and the guards finally opened the gate.

There is a lot to talk about there. I have also heard a lot of compliments from people and I am very grateful in return. "So what painting can be auctioned tonight?" An old man asked.

I looked at him and saw that he was with his wife, they were smiling and came closer. I prepared myself. "The bidding for the painting is about to begin." The man nodded at my answer.

Many artists also participated and bought various artworks.

We seem to have achieved the desired recognition from the people.

At around ten o'clock we left for the closing of the place where the public viewing of the paintings took place.

'Gott sei Dank habe ich es endlich geschafft.'(Thank goodness I finally made it.) I captioned on my post and drove the car home.

I had a snack while reviewing some of my Linguistic more of phonology and morphology.

The direction I follow lead me through a small restaurant and I got pasta with a piece of pizza for dinner.

I posted another glimpse of the portrait I painted. It was more of the hair and then I got thousands of like and comment saying what could I be preparing to do.

Sneak-peek of what the painting was excites a lot of viewers.

[Lucille]

I love my job. Touring around different cities and countries capturing their beauty that will last forever is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

I'm currently waiting for all the photos to be uploaded. I scroll past all the post in Instagram.

When the uploading is finally done and the caption per slide was added, I posted it and updates the website as well.

'Kunsthalle Bookshop' The offering at the Kunsthalle bookshop also includes specialist magazines and books as well as a monthly selection of literature on current exhibitions at the museum.

Insantly for me to follow the account. I took my keys and left to grab some food.

Porchetta Sandwich. I got inside the bakeshop and ordered the sandwich. While waiting I went to the restroom then I comeback my food was about to be serve.

I paid it and left to tour once again. My phone buzzes and I answer the call, "Hello?"

"I have some bad news."

The magazine was suppose to be published. But when the publisher called and inform Lucille that it will be delayed.

The calendar app on lucian's phone showed an upcoming event.

He check what the event was and it showed him 'Lucille's Birthday' he brush it off and went on his day.

Lucian was doing another art. He placed his materials and drag the easel with canvas.

He wets the sponge and wipes it at the canvas and put the colors in the palette.

It was a scenery painting with the bride and groom from yesterday's wedding. Despite the painting, Lucian seems to be bothered with the upcoming event.

As time flew by and his painting slowly dries, Lucian kept rephrasing his letter.

"Should I send it?" He asked himself.