In the dimly lit room, surrounded by shadows that seem to mirror the darkness in my heart, I sit hunched over my canvas. The soft glow of the light falls gently upon it, illuminating the surface as I delicately stroke the paintbrush across it. Each movement is holding an emotion, each stroke a desperate attempt to capture the essence of what I've lost. All I can think about is, Her. The girl, who stole my sleep, My heart.
She is there, in my mind's eye, her image haunting me like a ghost. The love of my life, the one who filled my days with sunshine and my nights with stars. We met only a few months ago, but in that short time, she became everything to me. Her absence now is a void that threatens to consume me whole.
Where has she gone? The question echoes in my mind, bouncing off the walls and reverberating through my soul. I left her for 2 months but She vanished without a trace, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty and despair. How could she evaporate from my life like this?
Even in this short time, She became my melody. The color of my life, vibrant and alive in a world that often seemed dull and monochrome. But try as I might, I couldn't paint those same hues onto her canvas. Her world remained covered in darkness.
My soul craves for her, reaching out across the void in search of her presence. But she remained elusive, a phantom slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. And with each passing moment, the weight of her absence bears down upon me like a crushing weight.
My paint strokes became harsh on the Canvas showing how frustrated I am! I grabbed my head and threw my brush.. I'm feeling Terrible. So terrible.
Tears mingle with the paint on my cheeks as I cradle my head in my hands, the pain of her absence is giving an ache in my chest.
"Where are you?"
The words are like whispers, a desperate prayer to the heavens above.
For the first time in my life, I feel truly lost, adrift in a world that suddenly seems so vast and empty. All I can do is hope, hope to see her again, to find her and hold her close, never letting her slip away from me again.
I bend down to pick the brush in my hand. My fingers are shaking while the tears are kissing my cheeks. I'm missing her. I gathered courage to give another stroke on the canvas again, But my heart was Dull, Colourless.
How can I put colours on my canvas when I'm losing them in reality?
It feels like I need to run to find my Colour.
I need to find her at any cost.
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The characters of this story would be revealed with time..
Male Lead : Kim Namjoon, A Painter, He loves to Express his feelings through his art.
Hobbies: He loves to explore Museums, and art galleries, and loves nature, travelling, cycling, reading, and sometimes writing too.
Passion : Painting.
Personality: Loving, Caring,Kind, Gentle, calm, Humble, clumsy, sometimes Possessive, Has very little anger issue.
Age : 27
He is someone every girl wants to have.
"A soul who loves to be free and enjoying life to the fullest but He lost his charm the day he lost his love. He doesn't know where she is?"
THE POSTER I CHOSE FOR THIS STORY, Many of you helped me to decide this poster and I'm really glad whoever chose this option as It was my favourite one. It's Aesthetic side attracted me the most and the sky painted in colours symbolises the Canvas of hearts.
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