Whispering Hearts

Finding solace

POV: ETHAN GREY

"Please pay attention to Ethan, class. Look at his details on this paint, realistic and unimaginable."

I'm tired of becoming imperfect on this painting, this feels simple and empty. I lacked inspiration and I feel apathetic.

"You're lying." I said it, It feels uncanny and weird to be called out when you can't even see it yourself. Isn't that right?

"Excuse me, Ethan? What is this attitude all of a sudden?" She responded.When I looked at this, she felt attacked, I believe.

I laughed.

"Detention, now." Weeks and weeks, I'm rude always. You know why? It's because I'm divorced, months ago; and I can't even imagine how it is for me to move on.

I walked out of class, thinking: is it possible to create the most surreal paint, combined by the strangest way? Maybe I just need inspiration to get through this wide imagination.

Recently, I've been inconsistent on my paints; which suffocates me when I can't focus. I need a freaking inspiration.

When I walked in, 25 times in the detention room, it felt quiet. Maybe this way I can find my inner imagination.

I tried inverting myself upside down: which causes myself to abstract and lose focus even more. Which I don't recommend doing.

I sat at the chair, wondering what my mom told me: "Even love can make you focus, go find it yourself." I mean, I agree, but once it ended; it cannot be fixed again. Just like my paintings, when it is scratched and broken, it cannot be paint again.

I questioned my entire existence, if truly love exist.

All of a sudden, a teacher came in swiftly with her papers. Since, I was the only one in the detention room, she looked at me fiercely.

"Mr. Ethan," She locked her eyes on me. "Since you are the only one who excels in painting, I would like to suggest you to come with me on this competition, tomorrow by 8 am in Havenbrook.

Havenbrook? I haven't heard of that town yet. Isn't it the most famous town in the country?

"Havenbrook?" I answered.

"Yes, that famous town. They announced a competition earlier. Since, there will be an annual summer festival to be programmed by their town," I widened my eyes, with the chance to have innovation on my paintings.

She continued, "You'll be living in a small cottage by the beach. The town will provide everything, so no worries." I nod.

I am really excited.

"I will confirm my decision later, Ms." She agreed and left the room instantly.

POV: ELOISE SAMANTHA

Woking up from a busy store is quite exhausting, especially 2 days before, it's annual summer festival, which people are going to visit.

"Morning, Sam!" I looked at the window to see my best friends: Olivia and Jack Haven, they are a married couple who owns a popular seasside cafe, "Dreamy Drip."

"Morning, Javia!" I mixed both of their names so It isn't difficult for me to pronounce their names all the time. Ja:JAck, Via: oliVIA. JAVIA.

It's genius, right?

I waved my hands to say goodbye because I'll see them later on.

I dressed up to open my library and I saw Grandma Mia writing something on a paper, it is really filled with arduous words.

"What is that Grand Mia?" She smiled and said, "You'll find out later on, child." What does she mean by that? She locked it on a padlock, what is that? I'm curious.

I ignored it and proceeded to rearrange the places, like chairs, tables and books. After a few minutes, I finally opened my library.

POV: OLIVIA HAVEN

"Honey! I have a plan to set Sam up to meet new people, and you know; fall in love again." I believe this plan will definitely gonna work.

"Tell me!" He answered.

"We'll do it on annual summer festival." I smirked and laughed.