Delicate, thin and fair white fingers with the contrast againts that oddly blackish background. Elizabeth who's been painting for hours has this solemn expression on her face.
She looks beautiful, with her platinum blonde hair, cute button nose and plump lips. She looks like a doll, fair and pure. But unlike those innocent features, the ambiguity lingers, especially her aura.
There seems this eerie feeling around her, something which prevent or hindering to approach her abruptly. Her looks seem kind but no one could deny those blue eyes filled witu unhinged madness. How so? The subject of her painting. The person which she loves and hates the most.
Peculiar, one must say if they heard that from her, if she confesses those words. For who come those emotions blend and binds together, like an affectionate couple? Well, only Elizabeth. Only she can come up with such bizarre idea.
Her love and hate for Zhan co-exist inside her mind but it stays prominently and has this special place in her heart. She nurtures the two emotions really well. That if things become known? They'll definitely say, that Elizabeth has gone mad. For how could such a thing happened?
Even if a person has that kind of perspective. One fact remains, that there's at least one emotion who will overpower another. In Elizabeth's case? It's hatred though she remained ignorant to that. Believing that what she had was neutrality ot both hate and love.
She adores Zhan for his talent in painting and his personality. Always smiling and glowing. Filled with enthusiasm to the things that he wanted to do. A social butterfly and ability to easily captures the crowd's liking and affection.
What she hates about him, that too, Zhan's personality. She wouldn't believe such person to exist, who looks so pure and innocent like a sheep. She knew there's something wrong about him. For that she became too obsessive towards Zhan. Focusing her attention to him not until she met Yibo. That feeling of love and hate intensified, after knowing that Yibo and Zhan were lovers.
Everything went downhill, after that. She became too obsessive, that the attention she given to Zhan was diverted to Yibo. Another fact, why she hated Zhan. She tried to approach him and befriended him but Zhan pushed her away and refused to be his friend.
Zhan was too much, making himself significant more than anyone because he's a prodigy, in terms of arts and music. Belittling others because of such reason. He isolated himself to others. His smiling face was just a facade, to cover up that fact.
She's in the middle of applying more shade to the background when Dr. Chu entered the vicinity. She knew that the maid directed the man to this location. She chooses to paint in the garden, for she didn't want to be disturbed by other people.
"How's he Dr. Chu?"
"He's fine. He's suffering from insomnia but with medication and avoidance to stress, he'll be fine."
Elizabeth paused, placing down her paintbrush and looked at the doctor with a solemn expression.
"He's not suffering from insomia Dr. He has anxiety."
Anxiety? How come? Mr. Wang didn't tell him about such a thing. He didn't tell him about him, having such condition.
Dr. Chu looks so baffle. He's confuse. It didn't seem like Wang Yibo is experiencing anxiety and having panic attacks. He looks fine but he didn't argue more. He couldn't conclude such diagnosis without proper medical examination.
"Xanax, alprazolam."
He looks more confuse after hearing that from the young lady. Alprazolam? At that moment he suddenly realized what she wanted him to do. It's absurd, she wanted him to prescribe such medicine to Mr. Wang. He's not a psychiatrist. He didn't have the right to do that thing.
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Paint His Love
FanfictionWang Yibo lost his everything after he had an accident. He lost his passion to art. He lost his wife. What was left now? was his daughter. Not until he met Xiao Zhan an amateur painter, who happened to be his only princess, art teacher. The colors...