Chapter Nine: Foretime

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I'm just staring at my canvas for the whole time, a painting of him, his handsome face is on my canvas, I miss him so much. He never got out of my mind even for just a minute and I never forgot about him. Every single thing about him; the way he smiles, the way he teases me every time my cheeks gets red, everything. I remember it all.

I looked at my painting once again. What should I do with this? What should I do without him? What should I do?

Weeks had already passed and I can't do anything but to miss him so much. I am so desperate to see him right now. I can't be happy without seeing him, his handsome face, his messy hair that I love to touch every time we're together. I'm going to see him today. I have to.

I rushed into the bathroom, leaving my painting behind. I decided to go to the museum. I just want to see him, that's all.

I opened the shower and washed with soap and shampoo, then rinse myself quickly. I wrap the towel around my body and dries my hair before brushing my teeth.

I stared at the mirror. You have to see him, Sera. Even for just a minute. Then I smiled, trying to cheer myself up. I can do it.

I immediately go out of the bathroom to get dress. I walked to my closet and picked my usual clothes. A polo and a pair of jeans. I brushed my hair and let my thick curls stumble over my shoulder. I just want to look natural, he's not going to see me anyway.

I was running down the stairs when Mother saw me. I know that she was just going to ask me if I want to eat, but I have no appetite so I'm just going skip breakfast again.

"Seraphine," She called.

"Yes, Mother?" I replied.

"I-I'm really worried about you. Honey, don't do this to yourself. Look at you. Look at yourself! Don't make me feel sad, Sera. Please, help yourself, at least try to eat something. I've noticed that you always skip your meals and lock yourself inside your room."

I didn't say anything, I just give her a bitter smile and straightly go to my car and leave to go to the museum.

My mind was drifting with the clouds. I can't seem to pay much attention to the road. What's wrong with me? I shook my head to rouse myself up and park my car on the side of the road to take a deep breath.

I can't focus. I can still remember all those hurtful words that I have said to him. I don't know how he felt that day and I don't know what he feels today. I want to know all of it. But why didn't he interact with me for the past few weeks? No calls. No text messages. No Damian in front of our house. Maybe he doesn't really want to talk to me anymore and he doesn't want to see me at all. I sighed. I miss you, Damian.

I should talk to him, but how? How am I going to approach him? I must talk to him to make things right and to lessen the burden that I am feeling inside my mind and chest.

This is not the right time to give up, Seraphine. You must be strong; you can do it. I said to myself before I continued droving my car.

Hours had passed and finally, I am now in front of the Yellowstone Art Museum. I stared at it. It's still the same; nothing has changed since the last time that I have been here. And all of the memories that I had shared with Damian came back swiftly, I suddenly remembered my painting. Does he still have it? I simply questioned myself.

I wanted to go to the museum as early as I could like the first time I met him; because I know that I can possibly see him at this time around.

The museum is still closed to the public, and now is my chance. I immediately go to the back door. As far as I know, the back door is always open. And I was right, as I expected, it's already open.

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