[ TO BE PUBLISHED ]
He painted her soul with the colors of the rainbow, and she cherished his heart with her painted soul.
Muriel desires the true meaning of art. She put her half-life on it, but when it comes to romance stuff she doesn't even care...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living dead or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is the first installation of Love in Waves Series.
This story is unedited, expect typo graphical errors, grammatical errors, wrong spellings. If you're looking for a perfect story and a hard-one then don't continue reading this.
Note: This is unedited version. Clean and revised version ang soon to be self-published book nito.
---- Warning: This may include adult scenes. Please, read at your own risk.
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--- S I M U L A ---
"Muriel! Let's go na!"
Hinayaan ko sina Matha at Julie na sirain ang pintuan ng kwarto ko. I continue to sketch and looked at the beauteous view of undisturbed sunset. A fiery orb looks like it's gradually receding into the waters below.
The sky consists of an assortment of shades, a blend of reds, oranges, and yellows.
Peace. Serenity. A mixture of these two creates the unmatched feeling that overwhelms me watching the constant ebb of the waves. The waves are tinted vermillion with underlying streaks of blue that clash with it. It's so pure and cleansing hearing the sound of waves as they crash against the shore.
The contrast created between the waves and the luminous sky makes the horizon look like a meeting of two worlds-the known and the unknown.
The wind whispers in my ear as it plays with my hair. Inipit ko ang iilang takas na buhok sa likod ng tainga ko.
Tahimik lang naman ako gumuguhit dito sa labas ng balcony nang bigla na lang kumatok ang mga pinsan ko at halos sirain na nila ang pintuan ng kwarto ko.
"I don't want to! Mga distorbo kayo!" singhal ko. Binura ko ang maling linya at pinalitan ng isang manipis na kurba.
Mula pagkabata ko ay nakahiligan ko na ang pagguhit.
I inherited Mom's skills in arts.
Ang dalawang babae na nambubulabog sa pintuan ko ay ang mga pinsan ko na walang magawa kun'di ang inisin ako.
Sina Matha at Julie.
Ilang buwan lang ang agwat ng edad namin sa isa't-isa pero mas bata nga lang ako.
"Aba! Tigas ng ulo ah! Doon ka na lang kasi mag-drawing sa labas! Ayaw mo bang mag-party-party?!" sigaw ni Julie.
Ibinaba ko ang lapis ko dahil sa inis at bumuga ng marahas na hininga.
Hindi talaga nila ako titigilan hangga't di ako sumama sa kanila para lang magsaya!
I hate parties! Hindi ko 'yon nagustuhan dahil sa maingay, at magulo and take note, masyadong hyper ang mga tao.
