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Exhibition

I was strolling around the busy city of Seoul. When one place caught my eye. It was an old gallery. I had no choice but to enter there. I opened the door and a small bell made a sound. An old man behind the counter greeted me "Hello and welcome to the Sunflower gallery." I nodded "How much does the ticket cost?" "It would be 10 bucks" I nodded "Just as I remembered" I thought to myself. I handed the money to the man. He gave me a sticker which I placed on my chest. "Enjoy your tour" the man said smiling to me. I smiled to him and proceeded to the exhibition. The permanent exhibition was the exact same when I came here first time with you. I walked around not really paying attention to anything. And finally, I reached a painting. This painting was your favorite. It had a beautiful meadow and in the middle of it stood a man. The man's hat covered his eyes, but you could still see his smile. I remember how you stood in front of the painting for 20 minutes.

You dragged me across the busy street. "How much longer?" I whined but you just ignored me. After about five more minutes we stood in front of a house. It was an old house covered with ivy. I stared you in confusion "This rundown place, why would you take me here?" I asked. You just pushed me inside "You will see. And I know you'll like it." I nodded. I wasn't paying attention when you paid for us. I was looking around and staring the old walls wondering what kind of memories this place holds. I was woken from my trans when you stamped a sticker to my chest. You took my hand and dragged me to the next room. I was completely amazed by the painting and sculptures the room held inside.  My mouth hanged in agape . You looked at me and laughed. "See, I told you it's worth of coming here"  I just gave you smile and joked "Of course you were, miss Jung. How could I even possibly doubt you." You hit my arm playfully and we both laughed our hearts out. "Come on I want to see more of this place" You said while beaming with happiness. We strolled around the exhibition while talking. Sometimes I didn't get some painting or sculpture but you patiently explained it to me or showed how I should look it. Hoewer I wasn't really paying attention to the paintings or the sculpture. I was just busy string at you. I was busy studying you face when it beemed with happiness and when your eyes lighted up with happiness every time I asked about some painter or some technique. These were the moment when I Dell in love with you even deeper. Finally we came across a painting which has a pretty meadow. And in the middle of it as you man standing laughing at something. We stared the painting for a while. It seemed to me that you were in some kind of trans while looking at it. You sighed and looked to me. I raises my eyebrow. You just shrugged at me and smiled "I like art" I nodded confused.  "No, actually I love art, especially painting. I wish I could some day become a painter, but I can't" Your eyes were suddenly filled with sadness. We stood there for a moment silence surrounding us until I spoke "And why is that? Why can't you become a painter?" It seemed like you were wondering how you would answer. "My parents. They want me to become a doctor, get a husband and two kids" I got a but angry "How come that they can decide what you can do with your own life?" I asked. You wore a small smile on you face. I continued "I mean, who to hell are they to keep you from fulfilling your dreams? You have your own life and you, only you should decide what to do with it!" "I wish it was that simple, but I just can't" You said while wearing the most painful smile I've ever seen. "I just wished that they would love as I am. That they would accept me with all my flaws and imperfection." You said with watery eyes. "I know it isn't easy. I really do. I wanted to become a singer but my parents oppose the idea so much that I can't." Now it was your time to look at me. Your eyes were filled with sympathy"I"m sorry" you said. "Don't be. Instead of being sorry, you should promise me one thing." You looked at me one eyebrow rised. "You have to keep painting no matter what. Even if the whole world would turn against you, you keep painting. I will be here for you. I will be supporting you and your dreams" Suddenly you encuffed me to a hug. I froze. That was the first time that you hugged me. I decide to hug you back. And for a while we just stood there in silence holding each other while listening the humming of the old man and the ventilation. A small "Thank you" was heard from you.

"You'v been string at that painting for a while" I was srtartled by the sudden voice. I turned around and saw a young woman standing next to me. "Beautiful, isn't it?" All I managed to say was "Yes it is" For a moment I stood next to the woman. Then I turned around and walked out of the exhibition. "Thank you for coming. Please come again!" The old man behind the counter said. I gave him a small smile as I walked out of the door. I noticed that it was snowing. I buried myself deeper to my jacket as I made my way to home. And once again my head was filled with you. And with us.