-"So ? "
-"So..??"
-"So who are you? :
I looked at her in the eyes , her beautiful Brown eyes with these little specks of yellow and green. I forced out a laugh, not really one of amusement but one of nerves :
- "I might need a drink for this. " ..
"- no.. don't go.. please stay.. you promised you'll stay please don't go... my tears falling non stop and my hands disperately holding his.. trying to stop him from leaving me..from fading away..he smiled to me with tears in his eyes : - i'll come back.. i promise.. i promise.." My eyes shot open , "not again" i thought to myself trying to calm my racing heart from escaping out of my chest.
I kept having this dream.. every damn night . and it's pretty annoying. It all began since i moved to Daegu city..you'll ask me why i left Seoul ,while i had a good job ,a good appartement and good friends .. well.. i just didn't feel home.. i felt like a stranger .. like i wasn't supposed to actually be there , plus , i'm an artiste , a painter , that wasn't my job but it's a hobby , more like an obsession .so i guess Seoul was causing me a lack of insperation i guess? i woke up one day and made up my mind , i searched for an affordable appartement in Daegu and surprisingly it didn't take long
. After 2 months i moved there , the appartement was basic .. little but comfortable ,it had everything i required so it took only a few days to add my touches to it..photos of mom that i miss so much .. she died when i was 17 by the way , candles , fluffy pillows to add a splash of colour to the house.And of course my little space of art work , next to the balcony , where i feel most comfortable.
I soon took the streets of Daegu to explore what was nearby , there was a small market that sold everything , a coffee shop and surprisingly a bazzar that sold expensive old things . it took me another week to secure a job , i'm working for a restaurant , it's not exactly a well paying job but it's a start isn't it ?
It's been 8 months since i arrived here , and i'm doing great , well just working , eating and drawing.. But something changed , i kept drawing a man , the exact man from my nightmare , but i couldnt draw his features.. Because as soon as i wake up i just can't remember his face.. i tried to stop myself but as soon as i hold the pen or the brush , i automatically start drawing him.(I mean his posture , his hair and his hands) but the drawing was never completed.
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