Life - haobin

5

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Hanbin took a step back to inspect his painting. It was something... beautiful. The paint was splashed methodically upon the canvas, mimicking the silence of a train in the suburbs. Hanbin sighed, throwing the canvas onto the ground, the paint not fully dried as it smudged onto the wooden floor of the room. It slides chaotically over the brown tint, marking a sea of different unsolicited colors

"A waste of paint"

Hanbin turned around, eyes meeting the familiar boy that he had met a few days ago. He shrugged as he turned his back to the boy, slowly taking out another canvas, this time smaller than the last.

Hao chuckled, walking to the ruined painting and picking it up gently. He studied the colors that now glided over the others with no specific pattern, looking largely unappealing. Still, something about that made it beautiful. Hao sat down by it, hands now covered in tints of paint as he took out his notebook, eyes scanning the painting as he tried to place his finger on what made the painting so beautiful... so inspirational

"Leave the painting alone. It's ruined already" Hanbin muttered as he focused on his new painting, brush scurrying over the material in a poised manner. Hao shook his head, looking back down at the ruined painting, and continuing to write while his eyes scanned over the details

"Ruined means beautiful" He whispered. Hanbin scoffed but didn't answer, eyes leaving his painting momentarily to look at the boy on the ground before his eyes returned to his artwork.

"Ruined means forgotten. New means wanted" Hanbin corrected Hao, who looked up at him with curious eyes

"Many old paintings are ruined, yet they're the most valuable. The same goes for books" Hao observed. Hanbin didn't bother answering and continued to concentrate. Hao sighed and looked back down at the ruined painting. It's beautiful, but he knew Hanbin was right. It'll end up forgotten.