Curious about my own belongings, I opened my closet.
And I saw an old note taped against the wooden opening of it. I took a look upon, and was surprised.
Before I leave, Tzuyu-ah
I just wanted to tell you,
That I love you so much.I don't know why I kept on reading it, until my eyes looked a little down and saw a phrase written.
Love, Sana.
Sana? I assumed it's a girl.
Why does she know me? And. . . why does she love me?
I immediately stayed away from the closet and went back to my desk as I stared at the empty canvas that was in front of me.
Out of my instinct, I grabbed my art materials and started to paint something out from my mind.
Whatever the portrait I am trying to paint, I hope this won't fail.
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Portrait » satzu
Short Story❝This is my masterpiece, and I named it Sana.❞ © hansolplum 2018.