This whole mirage started out when I was a little boy, growing up in London. I had the most wonderful parents anyone could ask for. Ones that had butlers, got me anything i wanted, clothed me with great attire, we even ate expensive meals most of the time. They also made sure i was well educated, knew many languages, and artistic. Our family was loyalty, and me being the only child; it was the life.
I remember that I was at a chinese restaurant, reading a fortune cookie that said "Paint your love, travel across the world. The closer you get to finishing it, there it is, finding you the same way". It was a pretty long one, but even though I didnt believe in nothing but God and his works, I kept it. I didnt know what i was thinkin at first, my parents wouldnt just let me go across the world for some girl. But kept it.
All these years passed by and I was grown, still living with my parents, but why did that truck have to hit them? Why did I react so horribly when I was was watching the news channel or when I got phone calls? The house was empty, and I felt lonely. All I could do in the house was cry. but i never frgt that fortune.
I looked into the place where my parents kept alll of their money, got money out of their accounts, took my painting aquipment, loaded my car and left.
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A Painted Love
RomanceA Man who's fate tells him that he should should go on an expedition to find his true love as he paints out what her personality looks like. The closer he gets to finishing his painting, the closer he gets to his love.
