Mingyu,an 18 years old boy ran into a gallery museum once the heavy rain started pouring. He didn't bring his mighty umbrella with him as he was rushing to his part time job early in the morning. He was still in his work uniform,a plain light brown shirt and black pants. He works at a cafe.
"Oh...why did it pours right now?",mingyu sighed as he started opening the gallery museum door.
It was cold as the air-conditioner wind breezes across him. It was a large,elegant black-gold decorated hall. There were a lot of paintings on the wall,hanging crystals and candles chandelier. The floor was tiled with beautiful marble tiles.
"Wow...i've never been here. It's kinda impressive",said mingyu.
Mingyu walked slowly as he looked at the painting to get the meaning and none of them had caught his eyes and heart.
He started to get bored and he just walked absent-mindedly while looking around in the gigantic place. There was no one he could see in there because it's almost the night and the gallery was close to it's closing time.
"Who would that be?",mingyu asked as he saw a girl with blonde-white hair almost like a snow,pale face,pastel light blue sweater and black pants holding a pencil while sketching something in her drawing block.
Her appearance,the one who caused mingyu to think she is an angel or perfectly the opposite,he did not know.
He ignored the dream-like girl and walked to some paintings and drawing which were lonely located at the last wall. It was lonely as where it was placed. Mingyu rushed to it,unknowingly,because he was never interested with such paintings and drawings.
"These...things.....",mingyu said cracking up.
It touched mingyu's heart. He understand that the painting must've showed the artists's linliness and painful life. He wanted to meet him or her so badly and console them. There were so much painting of loneliness and one big painting really caught his eyes.
"This is different...",he said as he looked closer to the big painting.
It was a girl with blonde hair sitting at a corner of a lonely alley. Then,there were so many people,with shopping bags,laughters and smiles walking in front of the alley leaving the girl all alone. It was like a sharp definition of loneliness. It defines that no one was willing to be her friends or most likely didn't want to.
"He or she must've gone through a lot",mingyu thought to himself.
"Annyeonghaseyo,i'm Areum,the artist of these paintings. I'm sorry if it brings any uncomfortable feelings to you",she said while bowing.
"Y-you can get up now",mingyu stuttered as it was the mysterious girl from before.
"I'm trully sorry",she apologized again.
"No,it's okay. Your paintings and drawings caught and touched my heart",mingyu touched his chest dramatically.
She threw a slight smile but it was too small to be seen while closing her drawing block.
"Can I buy these?",mingyu suddenly asked out of the blue.
"Oh,i'm sorry. It was only for exhibition and i'm not planning on selling these all as it really touched my heart too",areum started apologizing too much which made mingyu felt guilty.
"You don't have to be sorry. It made me felt guilty",mingyu blurted out his words.
"I'm sorry",she apologized again.
Mingyu was flustered and his cheeks started burning red.
"I told you not to-"
"I'm sor-....oh! Okay....",she sighed as she realised
"You're so polite,just talk informally. It's okay. I'm cool",mingyu said with a big smile.
"Oh...okay",areum coughed as it started getting cold.
"Attention. The gallery will be closed in 15 minutes time. Visitors may leave,now"
"Wow,that's kinda rude",mingyu giggled.
"I know,right. It's nice meeting you",areum smiled.
Mingyu thought that she was just in a dream and as fragile as a glass could be.
"Me too",mingyu let out his hand to have a handshake with her.
"Oh",she snapped and took mingyu's hand.
She felt warm and didn't want to let go of his hand because she is too cold right now.
"I'll take my leave",areum bowed as she dissapeared out of mingyu's sight.
Mingyu also ran out of the gallery but the rain was still raining heavily. He gave up and took a cab to his apartment. Once he arrived,he unlocked the door and went in. He locked the door back then he threw himself onto the couch and turned the tv on.
"Who's that girl?",he questioned himself.
Obviously,he already knew her name,but some part of him wanted to know more about her past life that made her drew things like that.
That thought was playing in his mind all night long. He almost didnt touch or swallow neither his food nor drinks.
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