I exhaled heavily and ran towards my desk; grabbing as much brushes as I can, with my other hand fetching the water colour.
The brush was sunk through the paint, and I twisted it hard. Why? Just for self-satisfaction.
I stood facing the wall and was trying to threw away my hesitation. I painted my wall with colours. I kept painting it till I got the feeling of relieve. I sat once I finished and stared at my masterpiece.
Yes, a vision of a girl who's at the edge of the building, with her hands wide open, freely as if she was ready to fly.
I knew that I can't fly. I knew that I can't float, but it's okay. I'll let myself falling; at least I'll get to know the feeling of flying, and free though for only a few seconds.
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Stars In Him
Short Story"How can I survive when there's nothing else that I can lay on?" - Cassidy Hart "I'll keep surviving though I'm a mess," - Caleb Williams
