Passion and death

Chapter 8: Daniel

He went back to their mansion in Promical Valley after several days, Justin is nowhere to be found.

 Daniel remembered the first time he looked into Mia’s eyes, all he can remember is Isabelle the girl who he is in love with.

 She is innocent and wants to know a lot of things, even if she will take a great risk. Daniel shook his head, his feeling something about Mia.

 “You just miss Isabelle.” He said to himself as he pours some vodka in his wine. He sat down in front of their grand piano after finishing his drink and started to play the piece of Sergei Rachmaninoff entitled “Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini.”

 They were friends when Daniel visited Russia in the early twentieth century. He became sad when his best friend died, even if Sergei wasn’t an immortal Daniel gave respect to him because of his great attitude and splendid talent.

 One of the things that he salutes about him is that Sergei never complained and he is a very down to earth man.

 The piece started with a fast rhythm then slowly became slower than it becomes faster again.

 Daniel really enjoys playing such piano pieces. It lasted for eight minutes, he poured his heart out as he remembers his happy memory with Isabelle as well as his reaction when he saw Mia.

 Both of the brothers are naturally very talented when it comes to arts, he is great in playing the piano and painting while his brother is great in drawing and in making sculptures.

 “Who do you think you’re kidding Daniel you have a crush on Mia.” He said weakly.

 He doesn’t want to admit it, that there will be a great tendency in the future that he will find himself helplessly falling in love with her.

 As usual, he started painting on a white large canvas. For the first time he is not thinking about Isabelle, he’s thinking about Mia.

 He wants to know her better and is willing to do everything just to be closer to her.

 The paint brush is on top of the table, Daniel opened large window.

 He looked outside and tried to concentrate and think about great things about nature.

 The sky outside is color blue with yellow. He looked at the clock and saw that it’s already four o’clock in the afternoon and he has one more hour to be alone.

 He sighed and closed his deep set of blue eyes, his wrist is placed on the canvas while the brush is a bit far from it.

 What to paint?

 Who to paint?

 Why paint it or the person?

 His eyes looked at the canvas, both of his heart and mind is telling him to paint Mia.

 The first reason is that, she is beautiful and second is that he has a crush on her and she is important to him.

 His icy cold heart suddenly started to ignite, he smiled at the canvas as he started to paint.

Everything is just happening so fast and he can’t do anything to stop it. He stopped again and closed his eyes, “Please let me focus Mia.” He said.

 It’s pointless because even if he will be drunk there will be a tendency that he will say the name Mia a lot more than the name Isabelle.

 To him, it’s funny because she chose to pick Mia for a while instead of Isabelle considering the fact that the both look exactly the same but the only difference is that Mia has a long straight blonde hair while Isabelle has a long curly blonde hair.