Author's POV
"Clary...please dear, understand and run..."
"Please mother let me stay, this all just a misunderstanding, this is not true! Let me stay! I don't care where I sleep or what I eat... mother..."
"As much as I want you stay, you can't....dear please, you have to go out and find out yourself, you have to be brave and strong be bold my dear, then you'll succeed with your dreams... you'll finally discover who you are, which color you represent"
"Mother! Screw those colors! I'd rather be here with you! I don't care about those colors anymore, and I don't care about my dreams just please.... stay with me"
Heavy rain can be heard outside the cafè, where Clary is currently working. Clary worked as an waiter and a performer in this beautiful pastel cafè.
"Clary? Are you done? Clary...." Her boss then saw the figure she has been looking for, staring blanky at the window, her face show no emotions, not even a tad hint of sadness nor happiness, her boss then sighed at the view, and slowly approched the figure
Clary's POV
As I was staring at the window, I can't help but stop on what I was doing and start admiring the rain, I wonder, if the stories were true, will rain be enough to fill up my thirsty soul? I kept on asking my self the same question, moments later I felt a light tap on my shoulders
"Clary, we need you to sing... if that's okay with you" A smile formed in my face when my boss mentioned the word 'sing'
"Okay mam, I won't mind at all"
Sigh, "you know Clary, you gotta stop calling me mam, just call me by my nickname okay? I feel old when you call me mam" I chuckled when she frowned guess my boss is just too cute
"Alright, Eomma Andrea" her frown then turned into a smile, her smile was sweet and genuine, just like those smiles mothers would give to their children, and that me smile too, only a little though for so many years I couldn't smile right
Eomma or Andrea, started to lead me to the garden was at
"You know, you should smile more often, I like it when you smile" Andrea stated
"But I always smile, when I sing or dance or serve coffee and desserts to our costumers" I replied, Andrea is one of the most improtant person in the world that I must and will protect and love so I try to smile to costumers for services even though I don't really like smiling
"But those smiles... they were all fake, don't ask why I know, I just... know, but that smile you gave just moments earlier, that's the smile I correction, We want" she was stating a fact, it was all fake no emotion behind it, but they always make me smile... that's why they are precious to me
"If you want me to smile like that, then just keep on being happy and cheerful for me then I promise I will smile for you" I chuckled as Andrea playfuly punched my face
She then handed me a small paper
"Okay...okay, here is the song you will perform it's a requested one, so please do sing this one with emotions kay?" I can tell that she was worried, I wonder why
"Alright, I'll start in 10 minutes I promise to sing this with emotions this time don't worry" I patted her head and mess her hair a little
"I'm just worried for you... I don't even think you can sing that, but I know you'll still sing... I will be watching you..." she pulled me closer to her and she hugged me
"And I will hear your emotions, I will feel you feelings... alright" she whispered and she broke the warm hug and smiled at me lovingly, she was realeasing her celest which was crimson red, love
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Reality\\ Colorful Roses
Teen FictionTired....from all that running, i'm tired from all that chasing, i'm tired from all that teasing, i'm tired of being mistaken Let's see you'll like it, when I do it I'm more than what I look like, i'm more than what you call.... not any other rose...