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delcroix heirs' academy ✔ chapter fifteen

axelle charlotte hudson.

Hapon nanaman, which meant na club activities nanaman. Matapos na hindi makapag-act ng matino si Theia kaninang umaga is hindi na namin alam kung papapasukin pa ba namin siya, or susugurin na namin ang Rakuzen. Pero of course, hindi namin sinugod ang Rakuzen. Masisira ang reputation ng Delcroix.

I frustratedly dipped my brush on the black paint, and then stroked it on the canvas. I didn't care whatever shape my hand did on the blank space. All I could say is that I let my hands tell my story.

It was as if my hands acted on its own, and after a few hours I finished two paintings. I didn't know how I painted so quickly, but I did.

The first one was of a girl gazing at the night sky, but the moon was the only one shining for there were no stars. She was sitting on a hill, alone, on her own.

I could reflect on the painting, because that was how I felt right now. I felt like there was no hope left in me when I was alone. But with my friends who signify the moon, they brighten up my dark night sky.

The second painting was of a dollhouse, with a doll family inside. The youngest was smiling brightly with a crown on her head, the eldest girl was looking down and the parents were smiling stiffly.

The painting was my family. In no time, I believe that my younger sister would take my place. And my parents wouldn't even care if it was me or her.

I was surprised when the door to the club room fell open after I picked up the palette again and dipped the brush on the red paint.

I didn't dare to look back, because it was probably one of the club members telling me to stop painting already.

I just continued painting what was on my mind, which was a heart with numerous stitches held by a hand with blood flowing down on the wrist of the person.

"Axelle," tawag ng isang tao, pero it's not one of the club members.

"Carrose," I said, because I needn't have to look behind me to recognise that annoying voice.

"Stop painting already. It's 5:30 at kanina ka pa hinihintay nila ate Gabrielle," sabi ni Ethan, and I scoffed.

"Tell them na pwede na silang mauna," sabi ko, and looked down at my hands.

My hands were stained with different colours of paint, mainly red, blue, and black.

It didn't surprise me, for those colours represent what I feel right now. Frustration, loneliness, and emptiness.

Kapag nag-iisa ako ay naaalala ko ang masayang ngiti ng aking kapatid na walang kamalay malay na maaagaw na pala ang nagtatanging bagay na pinapangalagaan at pinahahalagahan ko since magkaisip ako.

Naiisip ko na bakit ang unfair naman? She didn't have to try to steal it away from me, pero ako, I'd have to try to do the best thing I can kahit na mamatay ako just to remain standing as the successor.

Kaya pinupunan ko ang mga pagkukulang ko ngayon.

Gusto ni daddy ng maraming paintings? Here's what he'll get. Gusto niya ng paghihirap ko? Ibibigay ko sa kanya ang gusto niya hanggang sa dulo ng aking hininga.