NEVER FORGET YOU✔Chenry Fanfic

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I arose to the bloodcurdling screams of terror. It was 6 am. Just the perfect alarm. I already knew what was taking place. Art. Someone was dying. A female. And they called her fate art.

I peeped out of my graffiti stained window. It never gave me a better view to the world out there but whatever. The view of our world isn't any better at a glance.

I looked back at the dead lady. Her body wasn't there, only the crimson colour of doom. The colour that symbolised her end of story. It wasn't a fairy tale. It was just another cliffhanger, as usual.

In M'graffiti, people die or disappear mysteriously. There is no particular day of parties or death. Everything is just mysterious. Nobody ever makes eye contact if not for love birds. You will never know when someone is in love.

You will not see them together. You will not get any vibe from them. Everyone conceals their feelings in a dark cistern that is their heart. We walk when heads are bowed and eyes on the track. We don't know what we are looking for. We don't know why we are living.

We don't know why we have to paint our feelings on the walls. If so, what are we showing. You won't know or tell anyone's feelings anyway.

I hit the showers. Today the water is cerulean blue. I hate this colour. It doesn't leave any fragrance like the lavender shower. The only person who enjoys this is Freddie.

Why do I always investigate him? He will never notice me. And if he has, how would I know? Only death can give me answers. But I'm too young. I still have many questions that need answers.

And death is out of option.

But I know he'll never notice me. He's Graffiteen{18 years}. I'm Painteen{16 years}. I can't use any spray cans at all. Till I'm Graffiteen. Carrying a palette and a paint brush is hard but worth it.

I feel blue today. That's what I have to paint. My moods.

I hate this life. I hate myself. I hate my body. I hate to love a person who will never notice me. Freddie is with Sketchy Summer. A red head with cool tattoos and can smoke or drink. I can't do any of that. I only have one rose tattoo on my right thigh.

I can't drink or draw a cigar close to my lips. I have only one blue strip in my black hair. It is just a fake extension though nobody can tell.

I can't do any of that. I kept a promise to him. He is gone now. He is living his life and probably forgotten about me. He has met many beautiful girls with the perfect tanned skin and long hair. He has forgotten about M'graffiti.

He is free. He doesn't have to paint his feelings. Or bathe in coloured water. Or witness 'art' taking place on your doorstep. He doesn't have to go through all that.

But I do. Because of my ignorance and sacrifice. He warned me to run away with him when we were Crayon years old{9 years}. I thought was hallucinating. I thought we were trapped in our imagination.

Then the Eau De Gráffîtî came. I let him run away and I became trapped in my thoughts. My stupid stupid sacrifices. I should have obeyed. But I was stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Being Crayon years doesn't give any excuse. I was as stupid as I can be.

But those are in the past now. Only two more years and I'll be Graffiteen. Only two. One. Two. Graffiteen.

Walking past the Graffiti wall isn't any better. The words that we wrote there with him was covered by stupid words. I still remember his hands on mine. As we used the neon spray paint of many colours that he gave me.

We just wrote two sentences:

Look mum. I'm a street artist.

I still remember his laughter when he sprayed the word P!NK across my butt. I still remember his soft hands on mine. I never knew that he will leave.

Now that I think about it, I was taking him for granted. I was behaving like a no brainier. I could've ran away but I didn't listen. I'm just another brick in the wall who deserves demented paint and stupid sketches.

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Who's the mysterious 'him?' If you are a Chenry Lover you'll know it😁.

BTW, This chapter is dedicated to C00lSpaceFamily and Ashleerae.