Lee Da yeol
In the room of art, where there are many pretty, beautiful , eternal and breath taking pieces but a rare beauty took me by surprise.
It was a painting of an awfully increasably portrayal of a handsome prince holding a Black flower.
I walked toward the painting trying to get a close look at it. I noticed a plate in which something was written on it. It said "The Prince of the Jo descendants" and below that there was small writing under it saying, "Died at a young age of 20". I was taken a back when I saw the writing.
"What a fragile age he died." The words came out of my mouth pitying the poor young prince thinking he couldn't enjoy his youth and sadly passed away. Looking at the portrayal made me feel he was all alone by, the way his eyes were drawn.
Full of dark , lonely, gloomy and sadness shown in it.
I wondered how he felt at that moment at his youth, for a fact that I am to begin my 20s now.
As I walked out of the museum, my mind was still in the thought of the portrayal of the prince. His eyes were the ones distracting me for a long time now. Those picture perfect eyes in which anyone would fall in love despite, it was seas of negative emotion that could be noticed by anybody if they look deep as if looking into his soul beneath and that flower what does it mean.
I was deep in my thoughts that I didn't even notice I was walking by the bridge I can't help but notice the pretty shiny lake from the reflect of the sun. It was calming.For a moment I was drawn in my into my childhood memories of my mother, with whom I always come by the bank side of the river to hung out.
"Mommy, come and catch me."
"Oh! my sweetheart you are fast."
"No, you are just letting me win."
"I will , of course."
Those memories are just so special that if I had the choices to say last words for my dead I would have choice to say,"I hope in my next life you are still the only one to be my mother."
" I wish you are happy there, mom."
With a smile in my face looking up in the sky remembering the good times, I walked pass the bridge with the wind touching my skin making me feel calm and happy for a moment.
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The Portrayal of Memories
FanfictionA boy named Lee Da Yeol was wandering around the famous museum when he saw a portrayal of a young handsome prince Jo Tae Hyun there was a mystery force pulling him towards him, something was off about it he felt like it was calling him as if it was...
