My story is not too good to be copied. But just a reminder "PLAGIARISM is a crime!"
This story is purely a product of my imagination.
You can criticized my work. It can help me to improve my works. Sorry for the wrong grammar and other mistakes. ^^v I'm just human.^^
-missjapanese-
A PAINT OF LOVE
"It's not what I feel for you,
It's what I don't feel for anyone but for you."
"Sapphire! Don't be late in our dinner! And... don't walk too far from here."Mom yelling at me. "Duh! I'm old enough,Mom .Beside, this island is too small to get me lost" I say while leaving. Anyway, I'm Sapphire, 21 years young :) I'm an architect. My family visits here every summer. But we haven't visit here for the past 11 years because my dad's work has been transferred in Canada and this place is too far to spent our our summer vacation here.
This afternoon, I want to visit the most unforgettable place in my life, the old rest house at the middle of Green Island.
I ran fastly until I reach my destination. As I enter the house, I read the note written in a sketchpad. "I hope you will continue what we have started. ;)" As I read the note I really felt guilty for not doing our promise. I went at the back of the resthouse and I saw the most beautiful painting.A big white house with a small garden and the back of it was the beach. I saw my old paint there. I laugh, my painting there was not really that good. I only drew coconut trees at the corner of the wall. But there's something lacks in the white house. There is only one window and no door but it has a terrace. "Why is this so?"
I can still remember when I was still a child I met a boy. Actually, we didn't meet personally. It's through an art. As I roam around this island I saw this rest house. Though it looks hunted I still dare to enter. A sketchpad on the table, it is the only thing that I've saw there. A drawing of a superheroes, a group of family, the Green Island and last one was the sunset. I get the pencil which is inserted in the sketchpad, I commented his work, "NICE!.:)
I drew a sunrise in the next page.
I came back on the day after tomorrow. I look at the sketchpad again. There, I saw a new drawing of a boy and it has a caption below "Hi! I'm Ivan. Nice to meet you." I scanned again the one that I draw. He wrote "good" above on it. A curve on my lips appeared. I never thought that someone would appreciate my drawing cause I am not really a good artist. At the back page of his drawing I drew a girl and I write this below on it "Sapphire, nice meeting you too." :)
Starting that day our routine were drawing and leaving messages in sketchpad. Until the day comes, "Airplane?Why?" I said. I wonder why he drew that. I flip the next page of it. I read his note " My dad sent me in Australia to study there but I will be here every Christmas. I am now learning to paint. Go outside and look at the back of this resthouse. I already started painting the wall. You can add anything that you want to paint everytime you visit here.Hope to see you!" ;)
I went at the back to see his painting.He painted the beach. So that I have something paint, I painted coconut trees on the left side of the wall. I left a note on the last page of the sketchpad "Sorry, If I only drew coconut trees. Maybe, if I'll be back here again I can drew better than those coconut trees."
I never thought that it would be my last note.After so many years,I came back here.
I accidentally drop the sketchpad and I saw some letters there that is inserted from the sketchpad cover. I pick up those letters and read his messages. The first letter he wrote was"I like your idea, putting coconut trees at the corner gives life to this painting." Haha. He really knows how to hook a girl. The second one was, " What would be the best thing to add in this masterpiece? Is it okay if I'll draw a White House? " Wise man! You're idea was great. On third letter he wrote this one, "Since you didn't reply , I 've draw the White House . What would be it's style? A castle ? Or just a modern one? I"ll wait for your reply. Sorry, I take an art lessons during that time. Fourth letter, "Sorry if I only drew White House for these past two Christmas. It took me so long thinking what would be its look. And I only spent my Christmas vacation here for three days. Hope to see you ,soon! " You gain another sorry from me. T.T The last letter pinch my heart. "It's been a long time I wrote a letter here but still there were no replies come from you. I'm not mad at you , I 'm disappointed. I only draw one window at the White House because I want is that you will be the one to paint the other one and the door too. I don't know where is the best place to paint the door,right,left ,center...? I dunno, I think you have a better idea. This masterpiece will be the image of the place where we live together. Someday." I didn't notice the teardrops fell from my eyes. God! I can't explain the feeling that I feel right now.
*I like the summer rain, I like the sound you made...*
"Oh! Hello Mom! I'm coming!" I say while wiping my tears.
"Okay! Just meet us at Sunrise Hotel" mom.
"But,Mom! How 'bout my dress? I look gross in my attire." Me protested.
"It's your fault. I told you don't be late. We're almost at the Sunrise Hotel. Bye!" Mom.
Bad Mom. Tshirt,ripped shorts and sneakers. Agrgh! it's not even deserve to be called an outfit. The staffs there might think that I'm a beggar.
As I enter the hotel, a painting of a sunset welcomes me. Beautiful.Really.Only a great painter can draw that kind of masterpiece. Sunrise Hotel? The logo seems familiar to me. Weird ha?! Sunrise is the name of the hotel but a sunset painting welcomes you.
"Oh! Sapphire ! You're already here. Let's go." Mom calls.
"Mom! Who's the owner of this hotel?" I ask my mom.
"The Del Castillo." Mom replied.
Good, mom didn't ask why. -_-||
On the next day, I went to the rest house again just to see the sunset. AT the back of the rest house there's a veranda, where I can see the perfect view of sunset. Before I go upstairs,I look at the wall that we've painted.I was surprise on what I have saw. I'm pretty sure that sunset view is newly paint. That sunset painting is not there yesterday. I look closely, just to make sure. The paint is still wet. "Uh oh! Don't tell he's here..." me . I smiled. I get the paintbrush and paint a bench facing at the sunset. After I painted I went inside the rest house and get the sketchpad to leave a note. As I flip the pages of it, I saw the one that I draw. Now I remember, the Sunrise Hotel logo was my drawing a couple of years ago. That's why it seemed familiar to me. I smiled like crazy again. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist and whispers me "Nice to meet you,my destiny..." . My heart beats faster.I didn't faced him. I have a lots of question to him. "Sunrise Hotel, the logo of it is mine? Right? Did you paint the sunset? Aren't you..." He didn't answer me, he kissed me instead.
-THE END-
