sun seen through my eyes || markhyuck

1 | stranger at the flower garden

"Donghyuck! Do you want to explain your piece?" The teacher asked. Donghyuck looked up and shrugged.

"I just wrote based off my art work is all. It's nothing too special," Donghyuck explained. The teacher smiled and nodded her head.

"Well. Thank you Donghyuck and everyone else for paying attention. Class has ended and you may leave now," They explained. Everyone thanked the teacher and headed out the classroom.

Donghyuck grabbed his bag and was heading out the classroom. It was his last class for the day. He headed to the art room. As he arrived he looked at the room and started to think about his old friend. He sighed and entered inside the room. He sat down and took out his sketchbook. He looked around the classroom and there was nothing giving him ideas.

He stood up and decided to work on it later. He placed everything in his bag and left the classroom. He headed somewhere outside the school campus.

As he continued to walk he passed by a flower garden and widened his eyes. He smiled and decided to enter. He looked around and had the inspiration to draw flowers. He sat down by a bench and pulled out his sketchbook. He sat down and looked around the place.

He noticed someone there as well. It was a tall figure with black hair but he didn't bother looking at them. They were just a stranger to him. He started to sketch out some flowers on his sketchbook and looked up for reference.

"These flowers are really pretty. I wonder who takes care of them. This place is pretty hidden," Donghyuck mumbled to himself.

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Mark entered the flower garden. He looked around and notice how empty it was. It was always empty. He hoped that people would come and visit. He walked past the garden and headed to the small shed nearby. He walked inside and picked up the small flower pot with a flower.

He headed outside the shed and walked back to the garden. Once he arrived again, he noticed someone sitting down on one of the benches there. He smiled and ignored the person. He didn't want to bother them and scared them away.

He walked to an empty area where he planned on placing the flower. He crouched down and started to dig a small hole. He removed the flower from the pot carefully and placed it in the small hole. He patted the dirty and made it even.

He stood up and looked back at the person who was sitting there. They were drawing something on their sketchbook. Most likely the flowers.

He was happy that someone had finally arrived to the garden. Someone was enjoying the garden just as much as he was. He looked down at his hands.

They were covered in dirt. As much as he wanted to wash his hands and be clean, he couldn't do it. He didn't want to see the scars that were on his hands. He preferred to see them covered.

He sighed and walked away to go and clean up his hands. He came back to the garden and was ready to head home. He noticed that the person there drawing was no longer there.

"Why do I care?" Mark mumbled to himself. They were just a stranger to him.

He left the garden and headed back home to his apartment.

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