I loooked at the young writers and smiled at them, then i grabbed the mic and pulled out a heavy sigh at looks at them
Suddenly a girl with long and black hair stood up and raised her hands, then i looked at her and nods as my signal that she can speak
"ahmm, ma'am you are know as the best writer in making stories, ahmm what is your inspiration?" she asked, then i smiled at her "okay let me tell you an untold story of the ink.." then all of them chuckles, then i smiled
"52 years ago, there was a girl who devoted her self in writing and because of that her friends starts to leave her, they find her wierd and calls her 'introvert' but the girl just smiled and says thank you to them, many hours, days, weeks, months have passed the girl mades some few stories, but it's not all the time that a writer can make good plots immediately right?" i said then all of them nods
" the girl was forcing her mind to made some plots, she was stressing her self, then the time has come that she gave up her writing skills, one day while she was walking on the street her tears suddenly fell and thinks that she fails as a writer, that was her only dream! To make stories, to voiced out what her heart says by making them, then suddenly a man was bumped into her, she groaned in pain and holds her forehead while the man was keep on apologising to her" then i hear then chuckles then i continue
"she just said it was fine then smiles at the man to show that she was okay, but the man just holds her hand and says sorry then he smiles at her, the girls heart bumped out loud as she feel the electricity through out her body caused the mans touch, after that happenings she didn't saw that man, well she stayed at her house all the time so how could she see that man then? " and they laughs
"but the destiny's plan was too playful, thier paths crossed again, when she onced go to an painting exhibit, it was her first time going to a painting museum, everything was different for her, cause it was not books, pens and many things that's connected to her writing world, the world of painting seems so different but yet it was kinda amazing! Her step stops as she saw a different painting from those previous Masterpiece that she saw, it was different, mysterious but magical, her heart beats fast when she stares at the painting, then a person stands beside her and asked "is it wonderful?" the man asked, her eyes widened when she hear that familiar voice, then she looks at him and her hearts bump went wild! It was the man, the man that bumped her weeks ago, then the man looks at him ans smiles at her "i found you again" the man says, "I'm myungho by the way" the man said then the girl also says her name, later on the girl knows that myungho was the artist of that painting, they became friends after that exhibit, a painter and a writer became closer together"
Then a boy stood up and raised his hands "but the girl gave up her skills right?" he asked "yeah, but kid just let me finish" i answerd then all of them laughs
"myungho starts to teach her to do painting, at first the girl find it difficult because it was too far from the things that she usually do, from papers and pens to paper and paint brushes, but still the girl want to learn new things that is far from the things that she used to, but just like writing doing painting was also rough and wailful, but still myungho was cheering her up" then i look at them
"as her hand became good at holding paint brushes her heart also beats for myungho, and also as myungho teaches the girl to do painting his heart also teaches him to love that girl, as the flip of the clock Thier feeling went deeper and they are not afraid to show it to each other, the way they make masterpieces was full of love and sincerity to it, yes, that girl became a good painter thank to the love of her life, he teaches her well, well i think that's will be the Masterpiece of the two person that was destined to each other, but just like what i said, destinies plan was too playful" then the smile of thier face faded
"the man suddenly gone without any trace, the only thing that he left to the girl is the memories that they were together" then my tears fell
"days have passed, i was still looking for him" then i heard them gasped " but i didn't succeed, once i walked to the street where i first met him, my interests in writing was back, but my inspiration wasn't, i still remember his face, and tries to draw him, but i wasn't good enough, all my life i keep on practicing to draw his face, i really keep it on!" my tears are now falling non stop
"until one day, a letter was sent to me, it says" then i breath in
" hi (y/n) i hope your doing fine, i know you've been looking for me, and I'm sorry, i have no plan appear on you, i can't, i just want to say thank you, for everything for loving me, for coming to my life, painting was the only thing i can do to express my feeling, like what you also in writing, every Masterpiece that i made has a story, i know i am dying, but still, i choose to love you, at first i have no plans to express my feeling towards you because my life was just short, and i dont want to leave you, but i think my plan fails, i am so sorry my love, im so sorry, see you in our next life i love you.. " then my tears fell
" after i realised that not all the time, not all happy beginnings will alsovhave a happy ending, i still tries to draw my mans face, and thanks to god i succeed, and i really treasure it" then i looks at them then i chuckles when i saw then crying "then i choose to make happy endings instead, wanna know why?" then they look at me
"because even just in my imaginations, i want to be with him, i want to make happy endings, because i want my readers to feel joy and to feel alive and make them believe that happy ending exist, because i didn't get it, because in my love story Happy ending doesn't exist"
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