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The night was deep as he opened bedroom door.
“As always…” – The young man sighed slightly when only darkness welcomed him… as always. He didn’t know why and from when he started to long for her tiny figure, her pretty doe eyes and her wicked laughs. Their marriage, in the beginning, not because of love then who gave him the right to ask for her warm feeling.
Silently, he slid into their bathroom before crawling on the same bed, peacefully drifted into an emerald dream with her.
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Dawn’s light, gentle but persistent, found its way through the cracks in the curtains of his bed-chamber. HyunSeung blinked and turned around with hope she was still there but… as always, the other side of this kingsize bed was empty.
He swung his leg over the bed, rose, threw on a robe and headed to the bathroom and… as always, the heat of its previous occupation still lingered in this confine space along with the scent he had started to enjoy every morning. Her favourite smell of lavender… which she always said – “A bit, you’ll feel so calm but a bit more, you’ll be suffocated!”
The hot water trailed down every inch of his skin, pampered them in its most sophisticated way and almost immediately, the stress left him alone as he wished.
*Click*
The door opened as her beautiful frame appeared in front of it. HyunSeung in only his baby clothes could not help but smirked quietly when she walked in to grasp the thin but very eye-attractive bracelet on the stand right next to his spot.
“Seem you don’t care if I’m naked or not.” – He teased.
“Huh? Why care? Do have something abnormal on your body?” – She said in her very calm voice. Well, as an artist, nudity meant nothing to her. How forgetful he was to start a silly conversation like this with this bold lady.
He smirked again but this time, it was tinged with soft melancholy even himself couldn’t understand why.
“Oh… but you have very nice proportion under my taste.” – She said and smiled warmly before closing the door. A nice comment as if he’s merely a statue in her workshop, but deep down in his heart, he wanted to think of it as her compliment because maybe… just maybe… she didn’t dislike him as he thought.
“HyunAh… You’re a very bitchy but why I started to think about you?” – That thought ran around his mind kind of enthusiastically these days.
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HyunAh was sitting in front of her painting, started to press down the first stroke of her most favourite color – RED – on the white paper which already was sketched a portrait of one handsome young man.
Two years together under the same roof created a cozy atmosphere between them. He was, like her, more comfortable on his own, and the two had developed an odd friendship, living in a big house as a lovey-dovey couple before their family’s very eyes.
From inside, she could have a clear view of him, wandering the garden with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in another after finished the breakfast. Though the most of the workshop wall were glass, they’re one-side mirror and since HyunSeung never was allowed to set his foot in here, he never knew that secret.
HyunAh converted her eyes back to the unfinished painting. It was his playful face but no matter how she tried, the outcome was never as her expected… A painting immersed eternity… Maybe that sadness would never leave his eyes since the first day they had met.
