Sitting on the café table all by myself, I took a sip on my coffee before taking a glance at the window beside me.
It was raining.
And the sight of tiny raindrops falling against the hard ground made my pain subside, just a little.
I still can't get over what happened the other day.
And the picture of that portrait can be clearly illustrated in my mind.
It's a girl, with big brown eyes and black hair. Puffy cheeks, a perfectly pointed nose, and a smile that I never thought I would ever paint.
My tears started to fall along with the raindrops, and I couldn't do anything but to just let them fall.
I covered half of my face with a face mask before burying my head against the table and cried.
But my crying suddenly stopped when I heard a soft voice.
“Hey mate, stop crying.”
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes to get a clear sight of that person.
A girl.
With big brown eyes and black hair. Puffy cheeks, a perfectly pointed nose, and that smile.
My portrait.
“I'm Sana, what's your name?”
END.
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PORTRAIT.
sana x tzuyu
© hansolplum, 2018. re-published 2021.
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Short Story❝This is my masterpiece, and I named it Sana.❞ © hansolplum 2018.
