Realizing Colours [VIXX Ken Fanfic] (Starlight Dreams ~ Book 3)

Realizing Colours.

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Art is a form of expression. It's one of the hardest. Only the most talented can master the talent of expressing their feelings through colours. Learning art is an interest which everybody has, but is easily given up by those who simply cannot master , let alone handle to express.

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The whole hall was buzzing with the whispers and murmurs of the excited and inspired , who couldn't help watching and analyzing the hundreds of paintings that were displayed.

This was it. The day I was waiting for.The art exhibition of the year. Every year, the most talented students from each school were chosen to exhibit their work. It was just a dream those days, my ability to draw made me reach for it more.

I loved art, it was part of me. It was the only thing I had with me. I never had much friends, I never needed any. I just needed to draw, to let me feelings on to a paper,regardless whether it was happiness, anger or sadness.

I was never really social, I never talked with anyone that much. I usually hid in a corner and did my work. I didn't have 'besties' as anyone else had. Those ' soulmate'friends. I had none and it didn't bother me.

All my life I've drawn. My room was my art room. Scattered with papers and colours, paint brushes and oil paint, canvases and charcoal pencils. It was a mess 24/7. About a year ago, I sent one of my pictures for the selections. I never expected to get chosen. After I got to know that I was, I've been drawing for this day. To display as much of my work as I could.

I stood with my hands behind my back,in my clean white school top and my knee length gray skirt, with a dark blue blazer finishing my outfit, my hair down and neatly combed.Being a very shy and backward person I wasn't used to this. To be in public. It was my nature to hide and move on. This afternoon was going to be a living nightmare. As much as I wanted to be here, I wasn't the type to be social. There were many students from different schools here all from the ages from 12 - 19. Almost everybody was explaining the concepts hidden in their art, intriguing the visitors who had come. I was just another 17 year old with art just like anyone else. Hopefully no body would walk up to me and ask about my work.

I looked at the wall behind me. I was only allowed to display 5 of my best paintings. The bright yellow ceiling light illuminated them, making me feel proud. But my art was different from the rest. They didn't have much colour in them. It was how I drew. Not much colours. I had used mainly black in my art, with the occasional hints of dark blue, gray and green. I didn't have any vibrant hues in any of them. Even though I wanted to, I couldn't feel it In me to use such pretty colours. It was because of the way I am.I draw what I am. And I was just another shadow in the society, who silently moves on, or at least tries to make my way.

People would come up to me with bright smiles on their faces. The after effect of seeing the works of those before me. But those smiles would fade away and look at my art in confusion, and walk away without any questions or comments. I could understand why, I had no colours in mine. My art was mainly abstract work which would have mesmerizing patterns in black and white. But not many saw the beauty in that. They saw it as a waste of time.

After hours of failure, I was starting to doze off. Sitting on my chair near my bench, with no one finding interest in my art, I had made up my mind that it was okay. I made itto the exhibition, that was all that mattered. Now I waited impatiently for the day to end so that I could go back home.

" WOW! This is beautiful! It's extraordinary." A voice made me shake from my sleepy self. I quickly stood up to see a boy, a tall and cute boy, with light brown hair which looked feathery soft, light skin and a funny looking nose.He wore a white shirt with black pants and shoes, accompanied with a red blazer. I smiled under my hair as I looked at the floor, my uncomfortable self struggling to keep still. I wanted to run away.