Until The End Of Time

Prologue

"He just want to make his mother proud. Until her last breath. Until the moon turns to blue. Until the Dahlia's petals will fall."

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It is Sunday. Payapang ulan at malamig na panahon. He rise into his bed and start cleaning up everything.

"What? It's already raining?"

At the side of his bed, merong cabinet filled with his awards. Full of medals and certificates. Each of them were laminated and the trophies were organize from smallest to biggest. Local awards were at the lower part while the internationals are at the top of the shelve. Medals are at the stand. From silver, to gold.

Until he heard the kitchen's magic work. Someone is cooking his favorite breakfast.

A chocolatey smell bothered him out of nowhere. He opened his door and quietly go down. He saw his father cooking champorado alone. A man cooking while the counter is so clean, very few instruments at the table, and a very organized disposing of plates at sink. No doubt why his father is the best for him.

"Start setting up the table and please. Don't forget you're mom's favorite plate and glass. "

A smile suddenly appeared to his face. Bibihira mo sya makitang ngumingiti. He never smile for anything else even the day he won the gold medal at European Art Gallery. His face is blank and just walking through the stage like someone is controlling him.

"Lalagyan ko din ba dad?"

"Of course. But just a little. Hindi tayo magsasayang ng pagkain."

The hot chocolatey champorado is now at his plate. Ready to be eaten. He take his first bite. Second bite comes next, and the third bring him in his memories. Until he saw the fresh rose flowers at her mother's favorite spot at the living room.

"Paint, just paint! Don't stop until you'll bring the gold at society of illustrators annual competition! "

He stopped for a while. Soon, a drop of tear fell under his left eye. He finished his plate and suddenly remembered he need more materials for his next piece.

"Dad I need to go. Kailangan ko pang bumili ng art materials. I'm out of paints."

"Sure, just don't forget to clean you're own plate okay."

He changed his clothes with his normal built of body. Not too fat and not too thin.

He's about to go out until strong wind current and bigger rain drops starts to fall. He need an umbrella.

Walking at the sidewalk with an umbrella that fits enough for him to not get wet. Some stores were close because it's sunday. Family day, as many people would like to say. The sky was dark and a very few people walking at the side walks. With very colorful stores and many different kinds of vending machines at side stores. Few wet benches and beggars are out for a while sheltering themselves.

He put his umbrella ar the stand and his face is full of colors. Only at this store. A store full of what he loves. Brushes from the left side. From cheap to the most expensive ones. Everything in this store organised like that. Different types of paints, pallete, and many more accessories that he already has.

"P1,456 sir."

He opened his wallet full of light blue bills. And immediately go out and take the long route. Jonathan wants to enjoy his favorite weather besides winter. 15 meters away, there is a park were he always go when his mother is at the bad state. Full of trees and picnic tables. Wide benches at sides and playground at the middle. With bermuda grass that filling up the park.

He decided to there alone. Just in distance, he heard someone is playing harmonica. The tone is so sweet and very uplifting. The sound wants to call the sun and wants to stop the rain. The music is very light but the presence was so deep. It attracts him. He rushed into the parks platform. Until he saw a very familiar looking girl.

He stopped at the middle and just stare at the woman who soulfully plays the harmonica. Going round and round with graceful sway. Shes like a princess in her big garden, waiting for his prince.

Jonathan's world and vision starts to filled by colors. A rainy day with no sun. Very dark but very colorful at all. He slowly take his phone and take a video of the girl while the girl's eyes has tears falling into the ground. She's still smiling even the feelings were so deep. Deep but not dark. Deep but there's still colors.

He was amazed on what he saw. Wide eyes and his bag of art materials fell into the grass. Until a wide strong wind current hit them.

The girls face is now visible. She's very pretty like she's the daughter of venus. A long hair down to her waist and wearing a red shirt and very short skirt.

The girl stopped because of the wind. It blew her skirt up and she dropped her harmonica to cover her skirt.

Jonathan is still impressed to what he saw. Still filming even the girl's skirt was blown by the wind. He's not moving at all.

-An awkward silence filling up the space-

The girl was shocked as she saw jonathan filming him. She ran towards jonathan and.....

"Walang hiya kang bastos ka!!! Arrrgghhhhh! "

A very big blow of forearm suddenly hits to his face by a beautiful woman.

"Hoy lalaking malibog! Ang kapal ng mukha mong videohan ako while my skirt was being blown by the wind! Dapat sayo hindi sinasanto! Ang kapal ng mukha mo!!!!"

The girl turn her back and picked her harmonica. Heavily walked away from him, and turn again.

"Sa susunod na makita kita, hahatiin ko yang bayag mo!"

She ran immediately with red cheeks to her face. A matured looking man, average height, and a good-looking one that made her blush but her expression tells that she was angry.

"I-I never felt that before. Hehe atleast by a very beautiful woman. I hope we cross our road again, and have the guts to ask her name."

He get his plastic bag and smirked as he walks.

"that's my first time being hit by a stranger huh"

He look up to the sky with a smile that he never did before. It still raining and the sky still very dark. He tried to touch his cheeks. Still in pain because of the punch he received. While he walks down the aisle, he still thinks the woman who played the harmonica.
Until he get into his room, the woman never get off in his mind.

He sat in his work station with a delightful face. Get a piece of blank paper, and started to draw the woman's face. He never stand up until he finished the piece.

After that, Jonathan picked the canvas, set up the frame, and started to do some color shading at the pallete. He is driven even the color of his left cheek is too red.

"Her hair was so beautiful. Indeed. Her eyes ummmm.... It's a little special. Hehe, hoo I never felt this feeling before."

50 minutes have passed.

He stopped for a while and he lay down to his bed, spreading his arm wide open and stretching reaching up the ends of his bed. He looked up to the ceiling. Harmonica girl is still the image. He wonder where the girl ran. Running without any umbrella. But what's more important right now, he has a reason now why he needs to live. Live more because of the girl. Stay alive even he was the "blind artist".

Blind artist as other people would like to call him.

After a few seconds, his phone rang. Limuel, his bestfriend wants to invite him in a event.

"Finally sinagot mo rin tawag ko. Dude I did 14 calls and you didn't even pick it up. Anyways I have an extra ticket para bukas sa isang classical singing competition and isang piece lang kakantahin ng lahat ng contestants. Please samahan mo na kami. We'll wait you tomorrow at the park ah. Bye! HAHAHAHA you don't need to talk dude!"

"we wait------"

Limuel already hang up.