He was the the artist of all the extraordinary arts on the exhibition and I was just an average being, daughter of a rich business man and all I knew was to show the power of money and throw them on others face.
I looked around all the paintings in the exhibition, making my own theories on them. But something got my attention captive and that was the painting at the corner of the end of the room, the last painting maybe. I walked closer to that piece of canvas filled with not only colours but an unknown intensity which got a hold on me. As I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth all I knew from being a kid to becoming a women was to cheak the price tag and pay for the thing I liked whatever the amount is but there was no price tag hanging by this intense canvas. I've always been an ordering psycho so I ordered one of the staff that this painting is to be packed because it's mine now and got on my way.
"Excuse me ma'am" a staff said "this painting can't be sold"
"I would like to speak to the owner of this exhibition" I ordered again as I was a stubborn bitch.
I waited and after a few minutes there was a finely navy blue suited guy coming towards me with that same staff so obviously he was the owner but I didn't know he was the artist too.
"Why is this painting in the exhibition if it's not for selling?" I asked as he stood in front of me.
"Because I wanted to warn people that my art can leave them haunted" he answered without even taking a second and raised his eyebrows with a light but teasing smile.
His answer left me stunned. I couldn't say anything so I just gave him a look and walked my way to the car which was waiting outside.
THIS WAS OUR FIRST MEET
But honestly,I didn't feel offended when he answered me back so stunningly and the expressions he gave because I don't get attracted towards any ordinary one. Just like his art,he also got a hold of me. His less melanined blue eyes,his tan skin, light brown hair and his finely structured thin lips. There was magic in the air when he appeared and the magic in the words he said because it really left someone haunted.
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Morbid Wrench
Non-FictionA story of unseen betrayal and a revenge taken. More like a psychopath. Dylan and Charlotte, both belong from affluent families. A night, Dylan does something which means no big deal to him but is a big betrayal in the vision of Charlotte. Now read...
