FEMI

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Everyday is the same for him.
Leaving home for a job..sitting in the same place & holding the same brushes but dealimg with the different colours more than people.
White rays shine through window and curtain just as before.  The solar noon's already been waiting for the kind of night owl person like him.  No one exists anymore to tell him to advoid late night. Also there is no reason for him to keep on a happily-ever-after life.  He became a dying person lookalike since last year...since love of his life has passed away which leaves him still in grief.
The only reason to get up for him is to finish one thing which is to keep on 'The last breath'
After finishing his lunch, he left his messy flat for his art galleries. Wearing an informal clothes which makes him look older.
His art gallery is already filled with his staff and art lovers.
This week, he speaks less and quieter than before which he always does while focussing on his masterpiece one. Nothing makes him release from grief.
After being through his so-called work day, he closes his art shop early in the evening by managing necessaey things for his art shop.
Then he took his unfinished masterpiece, as usual, he comes back home on foot making some times on the way home for thinking....
Keeping earphones in his ears and listening to some old songs which can bring him to the past time..and makes him think about the unforgettable memories of his marriage, remembering how she entered his lonely life. Still can't believe she has gone. Gone from his world forever without leaving a trace. It took him a long time to grasp what has happened. He still feels guilty of not being able to stop her for her flight..
Unless he lets go easily at that time.
When he arrives home, he makes himself a cup of coffee and keeps on drawing his unfinished masterpiece which is filled with grief..& the images of his queen on the paper whose eyes are locked with his.
Then after he finished it, he whispered to himself '' The Last one..Everyday won't be the same anymore''
Who knows what he really means?

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