Empty Canvas

2 - Am I still in his memories?

The policies, rules and regulations, clauses, terms, and conditions used in this chapter are just fictional. So, please read it as a fiction. Also, if you feel like I missed something or you think there is something I missed explaining, just ask me, and I might answer you, even though I must have just forgotten to add while writing. And if I don't answer then there will definitely be an explanation in further chapters. 

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Memories play a very important part in our life. Nothing is lost unless we remember them in our memories. Something similar is about photographs and paintings, once they capture a certain moment or image, no matter what you cannot re-create them. Ever met a writer, and talked to them? Just ask them, what happens when their drafts disappear by mistake. They rewrite it but it's never the same, either it comes out better than the last one or worse than the last one, but it's never the same as the one which disappeared. 

But imagine the amount of pain you go through in some of the moments that you decide to suppress your memories. They are so painful, they hurt you so much that you think it's better to lock them in pandora's box and then live life peacefully. You know what's worse, you don't even remember the moment you took this decision, and that leaves a big hole in your heart. A hollowness that you carry around, you could feel it but don't know what it is. 

(The famous Mural artist and painter Green once again set a record. His last painting was bid highest in the gallery. People have been wondering who this newbie is, who suddenly appeared eighteen months back and his paintings have brought chaos to the market. No one has seen his face yet some make assumptions that he is some old man who lives in some mountains and paints there, away from the city life. His secretary Saint Suppapong is the one who deals with all the business deals and exhibition of the paintings.)

"Old man? Who are they calling old man? My son is more handsome than the actors in your company." Amara glared at her husband and the news reporter who was blabbering on the TV.

"Honey, you know why he is hidden." Said Arthit calming his angry tigress.

"Just because one man broke his heart that doesn't mean he will stay hidden always." Said Amara pouting at his husband sadly.

"That's not why he is actually not showing his face, Mom." Said Jenny climbing down the stairs and taking a seat near her parents.

"It's eight years now, is he still waiting for him?" asked Narong taking his seat beside his daughter after keeping the tray of tea for the family.

Eight years have gone but Win is still waiting for Bright. After their meeting in the changing room, Win never saw him. He still regrets not talking to him in that room and letting him go, if he knew he was looking at those green eyes for the last time, he would have definitely stopped him. Jeff and his relationship broke up when Win didn't feel any spark in the relationship. He tried to give his best but nothing worked. So, instead of making things sour between them, Win politely decided to break up. Jeff threw some tantrums first but then again he can't force Win.

He just kept bragging to everyone that he was dating "THE" Win Fah Suwannarat. Win never felt he was special for Jeff, or he didn't make him feel any special.

Arthit and Amara had raised Win lovingly but strictly, knowing firsthand what it was like being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. They did not want Win to give in to the decadence of a wealthier lifestyle. They allowed Win his freedom to pursue his own path as long as he proved his passion in those paths, and they could clearly see how passionate Win was with his paintings. They paid attention to Win's lifestyle, pursuits, attendance, and school marks.