Painting Our Memories ( Fortecaliano Series #2)

Prolouge

Slowly, gradually, I move the brush up and down. Ready to create a new masterpiece. Ready to face a new challenge.

Life has to be taken slowly. Enjoy it slowly while you can. Because time is not very generous to give us the pleasure of enjoying ones life.

From a white canvas, to a black sketch, then to a colorful piece of art.

Painting has been my life. I depended on it too much, it became a habit. I gained the habit of painting my dreams, realizations, emotions, memories and sorrows.

Painting has been there all my life. Without it, I can't be complete. I am not Aredur, The Goddess Painter.

Sometimes I wish of living without anything to depend on. I wish on being like normal people just enjoying life. But I chose this path, this is my only life.

It sucks that if I didn't paint like one times a day, pain will be stuck in my head. Migraines will attack my consciousness making me scream in pain.

Lucky me, I like painting. It is my work, my hobby, my life and my freedom ro express who I am. Paintings reminds me that I am not alone. That I am stronger.

Daydreaming again, I scratch my head and continued to brush color in the canvas. I stopped and looked at my painting.

Shock striked my face. I can't barely breathe.

This is his face. This is his portrait. How did I painted his face?

3 years had passed and I can still vividly remember what he look like. His smiles, his brooding eyes, his pointy nose, and his red lips.

Unconsciously, a tear fell from my left eye.

I miss him. I really miss him.