I was alone yet satisfied, my heart poured in my art.
"That's very beautiful."
Until he came.
"Would you like to go in?" He asked.
"Go in where?" I asked back
"In there." he pointed at the painting. "It seems nicer than this park." I laughed at his offer.
But I decided to humor him.
"Sure."
Perhaps that was my big mistake.
Because in that moment, he grabbed my hand and I so carelessly let him inside my world.
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The Artist and the Magician
ŞiirSometimes falling in love is like making an artwork, you make mistakes, you fix them, and in the end it's either you have a masterpiece or a tragedy. This is a 5-part short story about a girl who loved but was never enough. An artist who tried to cr...
