The Craving of an Empty Canvas (#WritersPrompt)

Chapter 1

"Someday I want to be a famous painter" The boy said.

"And I want to be a famous model." The girl beamed.

"Yes you are! Though as a beauty queen."

"If that so, can I be your model?" She said playfully.

"How mischievious of you princess, but don't dare challenge me. You don't know what I'm up to." The boy winked at her and she couldn't help but blush.

"You little naughty prick!" She ran towards the boy and spanked his chest. "And hey, don't call me princess!"

"I can call you what ever I want to, and I prefer princess. Because you... are everyone's queen, I need my own version for myself." He said pulling her and held her in his arm. The girl couldn't stop the fast beating of her heart.

"I love you." The girl confessed. She felt the boy's heartbeat fastened.

"I love you more than anything else, princess." The boy pulled away and kissed her passionately.

The moment couldn't get anymore perfect as the heavy rain poured down at the two persons sharing love with each other.

They went inside the inn and dried themselves. The girl wished for that moment not to end. She felt it like it was a magical thing that happened in her life.

She just felt what a true love really was.

"Can you teach me how to paint?" The girl said out of the blue.

"Of course, it was my pleasure madam." The girl giggled. She totally felt like a queen around him.

"But how will you suppose to teach me when we don't even have anything to use here?"

"Oh trust me princess, we do have." The boy opened his bag and bring out two canvases, acrylics and brushes. "A true painter is always ready."

The girl teased him, "You've never told me that you were a boy scout before."

"Oh just admit it that I am a clever man and you love me." The girl pinched his cheeks.

"Enough with the chitchats and just teach me!"

"Oh, easy princess. Why so eager?" He smirked and without any hesitation she kissed the girl. He can't keep his control whenever she's around.

For him, she was a perfection. She was a piece of art and he was an empty canvas. The boy thought. She gave color to his dull existence. And he needed her in her life in order to make a good abstract.

"I guess it was becoming your habbit kissing me, huh?" The girl chuckled.

"No, it was becoming my addiction." The boy became serious, staring at her intently. He just couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous face.

It was breath-taking.

They both started the painting session. The boy was shocked of how good the girl was.

"You never told me you've painted before?"

"Because I hadn't." The girl said.

"Then why... I mean, how did you make such a great artwork?" The boy asked incredulously.

"Are you underestimating me?"

"Of course not, princess. It was just hard to believe that someone could do something beautiful like this with such no experience." The girl chuckled.

He was clever, indeed. She thought. He didn't even bite on it.

"Of course I was just joking! I had a painting lesson before, my dad had enrolled me to an Art class in London." The girl laughed. "Am I a good actress?"

The boy couldn't get mad at her. His love for her was stronger for that simple act or in any other hindrances.

"Yes you are, that you hurt my feelings." The girl's expression softened.

"I'm sorry, I was jus--"

"Huh! Who's the best actor between the two of us now?" The boy smirked.

"You pretentious douchebag! I hate you!"

"Oh, come on princess, you just said you loved me. And let me remind you that you started it first." The girl pouted.

They spent the whole night in the inn showing their love for each other, afraid to face the reality of tomorrow.

"Wow ma'am, this was so romantic!" Dalia said with so much adoration in her eyes after she read my own story. I had wrote it in a blue notebook so that when that time comes, I would just flip these pages and remember everything I once had.

I watched the sun rised and took a deep breath. I felt the cold breeze rashed through my skin as I held my brush. It was my most precious brush from my one and only.

I heaved a sigh and looked at the empty canvas in front of me. From the depths of woe, my eyes started to well up with tears. It was a reflection of myself-- a melancholic 58 year-old woman with nothing but an emptiness.

I started to dip my brush into the aclyric paints and combined colors which complement to which.

"Ma'am, did you really give up being a beauty queen?" Dalia asked while watching me with admiration.

"I didn't give up. I just stopped fighting." I told her. "You know that Dalia, after all I've been through."

The time is running, I need to finish this one before it gets too late.

I compose myself first and conceive the memory of the past.

Once again I let my heart speaks as I stroke on the empty canvas. Because after all, it was the one I trusted the most when it comes to my perfect memories.

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