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I entered the bathroom with an agitated mind and a troubled heart. Cool water gushed out of the tub and restored my disrupted serenity as soon as it hit my skin. As my eyes closed, I let my skin get damp and brought myself to the deepest abyss of my thoughts.

Selene, there's no such room for wistful nostalgia.

All history; the memories from my past. I thought that I had forgotten about it, but I was mistaken because memories are meant to be remembered, even the darkest ones. It still felt surreal; the pain, the longing, the anger, and the betrayal. As if everything was coming back for me to reminisce the bits of agony that were buried six feet under my soul.

I bathed quite long, but I managed to pull myself together after a while. Seriously, this had to stop! Such heartaches shouldn't take control of me!

Please, not again.

I changed into my long-sleeve, lime green top paired with my plaid, emerald green miniskirt, and a matching belt which gives off a vintage vibe. It has a draped bow neckline and three-fourth length of raglan sleeve, while the skirt has a tiny slit on the side.

My eyes veered off to the shoe rack, and so did my feet go. I sported into my pair of chunky sandals and brought my phone with me as I strode towards the gallery room, where I kept the arts that had carved all their way into my very being. Several frames of sketches and portraits were hanging on the wall.

Painting has always been a part of me. It was my soul upon a canvas, engraving my own story of traumas and untold misery. The scents of acrylic paint, fresh canvas, and a wooden palette conveyed both solace and turmoil into the hearts of many for sure.

"It's been a long time," I uttered with a grim smile plastered on my face.

From afar, I noticed a bunch of unfinished drafts on the table. I walked towards it and grabbed all of the materials in my embrace as if by some sort of body reflex. Then, I headed outside the house to place the painting supplies on the trunk of my car.

Not long after, I immediately brought the car's engine to life and drove all the way to my favorite place – the cliff which is not far from my house. I've always loved watching the waves as it crashes against the rock-hard cliff. It soothes the mind and relaxes the heart, creating a slow tempo that even the whole sea can never elucidate.

Acrylic paints and canvas: the perfect duo in capturing the chaos of foam and water. Waves are carving gouges that etch the heart that sees its finest strands of infinite blue-green swirls, infused with sunlit skies upon the horizon. One reason why I have grown to admire the smell of seawater, imprisoning myself within their shallow depths and steady rhythmic beat.

Fresh air hugged me by the moment I stepped a foot outside of the car. My hair furiously swayed along with the harsh wind, but it somehow relaxed as time passed by. As the sea breeze wrapped around my shoulders and heard the ocean's call, everything represented serenity.

I took the supplies from the trunk of my car and approached the far-end edge of the cliff. It didn't take much time to set the materials into places. Plus, the breathtaking view of the brine was exposed right before my eyes as if my eyelids were curtain folds under the bold and daring sun.

"We meet again."

It was for no one in particular, but the atmosphere became cooler as those words left my mouth. My eyes squinted, my arms opened, and my fingers reached for the solid handle of the paintbrush. For the first time in such a very long time, the corner of my lips lifted and formed into a small yet genuine smile.

Looking at my line of sight, I scanned for the perfect angle to seize a better scenery. I began to draw the ocean view; soft noises of the breeze and graphite pencil screamed tranquility. Minutes passed and each detail needed nothing but finalization. Making the sketch more realistic by emphasizing the strokes, enhancing some highlights, and adding shadows.