The Great Artist // NINE PERCENT Chen Linong

11

○ Wake up, don't be a philanthropist anymore ○
○ You don't love him as much as you thought ○

It was one night when a storm was raging and the writer was typing on his laptop in his room. He somehow got inspired by the storm to write another chapter for that book of his. He imagined something so... unusual for something like a storm, he didn't even know why he thought of what he was thinking before.

He thought of the raging storm as the downfall of a loving relationship. The howling wind would be the obstacles thrown at them. The trees would be the toughness of their relationship. If it's strong, it won't be that much affected and if it's weak or just basically dying, it'd snap in a second.

The lightning would symbolize the anger and frustration pent up by the couple all coming out at once, creating a mess and resulting in a break up. After all, it's one of the most used reasons or cause for a break up.

The thunder being the sounds of a heart breaking, the sound of how a person would have his or her heart hammering against their chests, nervous, afraid, anxious, maybe even depressed for some. The sound of something shattering against the hard floor due to that something being thrown across a room to release all the anger and frustration.

The rain was like the tears of heartbreak, the tears of a break up. Streaks of tears on their cheeks due to the continuous flowing of those sorrowful tears, the liquid mixing with the rain pouring down from the sky. It was all going to be so realistic.

The dark night sky would describe their expressions, as dark as the devil's soul, as dark as the 7 deadly sins. It would mirror their hearts which turned midnight dark as they go through the heartbreak. It would all sound like a story, maybe poetry can be made as well.

He thought of all this and was going to start typing up the next paragraph after finishing 3 of them when he realized that he didn't know what else to type. That wasn't exactly true. He had millions of things running through his mind but he couldn't put them to words, actually he couldn't explain those ideas in English.

So he decided to ask the artist in her room about how to explain a certain idea he has been wanting to write about for the chapter. So he brought his laptop and made his way into her room to enquire her. When he got there, he knocked on the door but there was no answer.

He knocked again and heard a quiet "Come in" and a violent whimper when the lightning and thunder decided to work together and scare people through the storm. He wasn't affected by the sounds though and he entered the room. It was dark and the curtains were going crazy from the extreme wind.

But what caught his attention was the artist curled up on the bed, using her hands to hide her face and trembling when lightning struck. So he quickly put his laptop down on her bed and shuts the narrowly opened balcony door to stop the curtains and closed them to prevent any leaking although it was unlikely for that to happen.

He rushed over to her side and asked softly "What's wrong?" She didn't answer and just continued to cry out silently and let a scared whimper escape her mouth when thunder was heard. "Are- are you afraid of the storm?" he asked. She slowly nods and tugs on the blanket more when she heard the howling wind.

She was crying with actual tears streaming down her cheeks and the writer panicked inside. He was thinking of what he should do when lightning struck and she squealed and covered her ears more as more tears streamed down that pretty face of hers. His senses kicked back in him.