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A R T I S T
I immerse myself in the bed, finally having found a moment of respite from her grasp. Though it's surprising, I yearn for some moments away from her, as my entire day unfolds differently after waking up in the morning. It's an indescribable feeling, something beyond words, something different.
This wretched mattress only exacerbates my situation. Laying my hand behind my head, I stare directly above at the chandelier, sparkling in the light of the torches hung around the wall. When I close my eyes, her words, her face, become visible before me. The way she looks, her touch-I know she has never done anything inappropriate, yet it felt so to me.
When she looked at me, it felt as if I could pour out my entire heart to her, show her how it beats wildly for her. Of course, I like her, but not in the way that deepens when she looks at me, and I sink further.
I wish she would remain just a grand devastation to me, as unattainable as the moon. Yet, when she touches me, it feels as if the moon is within reach, that I could grasp it. But my conscience always shakes me. It's impossible, Jungkook.
I wish I could have you for my lifetime... But the worst part is I could only wish... The most precious gifts in life are often the ones we can't buy or own. They're the moments, the feelings, the connections we make with others. And sometimes, the greatest love we can know is the love we give freely, without expectation of anything in return.
The greatest love stories are the ones where the lovers part ways, not because they don't love each other enough, but because they love each other too much to settle for anything less than what they deserve... But I don't want that, I want to love her as if I am wearing her... as if I am breathing her.
And I fell for the eyes which never look at me... But she looked... Not the way I wanted to be looked at... Maybe my love is written with invisible ink. But it has no beginning or end, only madness in the midst... But I love it... The Dahlia is one of thousands.
Perhaps I had fallen asleep amidst these thoughts until I heard a man's voice calling me, and I immediately sat up with a start.
"The princess has commanded that if your rest is over, you should begin your painting work, as she is waiting on your behalf."
Nodding in agreement, the guard left my side, and I let out a long sigh. Now I must face her again, those piercing eyes that set me ablaze with just one look.
Perhaps my eyes hold pity, but inside, something screams in utter inappropriateness. I dress in my usual clothes and step out, where the guard waits to escort me to the place where I am to be fully prepared.
