Failed Love - |Edluca|

Warm memories

The atmosphere was warm and dry, silent, and still, the way that the painter liked it when he went out to the ledge to have a chat with the prisoner. The prisoner was waiting at the ledge for the painter to arrive. The painter took his time as usual. The painter slowly approached the ledge as the sun began to set. With tears in his eyes, he spoke with a bittersweet tone as he sat down next to the prisoner.

"So, Marco… Do you still remember the day we met? I still remember it like it was yesterday. You were all I could talk about after that day. I was overjoyed to finally have a friend, especially one like you."

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The sun smiled warmly as the flowers bloomed, and the birds sang their beautiful melodies. From the bushes emerged a young aspiring painter, who laughed as he ran through the forest. His father, Hector Valden, followed behind as he chuckled to himself.

"Now Ed, don't run off too far! I wouldn't want to lose you in the forest."

The young painter laughed as he stopped near a huge boulder. It wouldn’t have struck the painter as odd or intriguing if it weren’t for its colorful surface.

"Look, Father! This boulder has designs all over it. It looks weird and colorful."

Once Hector had finally caught up to his son, he inspected the boulder. The boulder was just as his son described, weird and colorful.

"My, what a strange-looking boulder. Perhaps you could paint this for Thomas to see. I'm sure he would be delighted to see you’re improving.”

The painter nodded as he pretended to take a picture of the boulder with his hands, imitating the shutter sounds from a camera. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes. The painter quickly hid behind a tree as his father grabbed a stick from the ground.

The rustling sound got closer and closer till a white cat appeared. The painter slowly came out from behind the tree and started to approach the cat.

"It's a cat! Can we keep it, please, Father? How hard can it be to take care of a cat anyway?"

Hector shook his head as he looked at his son. The painter continued to plead as he placed the cat on his lap and began to pet it.

"No, Ed. This cat could belong to someone. Besides, owning a pet is a big responsibility. Regardless of its species."

The rustling sound from before came back as a kid around the painter's age emerged from the bushes. The kid had shoulder-length dark brown hair, rich brown skin, and greenish-gray eyes.

"Now, where did that stupid cat go? Mother's going to kill me when she realizes he’s missing."

The cat jumped from the young painter's lap and began to rub on the other kid's leg. The kid picked up the cat and smiled warmly.

"There you are, Leo! Why do you keep running off like that? Thank you for finding Leo for me. Name's Marco, Marco Sebastiano! What's yours?"

The inventor said as he held his hand out for the painter to shake, flashing his biggest smile. The painter grabbed onto the inventor's hand as he stood up before shaking it.

"I'm Edgar Valden! It's a pleasure to meet you, Marco."

The inventor smiled as they shook the painter's hand. The inventor placed the cat on the ground before looking back at the painter.