Dum Amo, Vivo

Dum Amo, Vivo

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Dum Series #3 While I Love, I Live. --- Chaos. Deafening silence. Solitary. Colors. Tones. Hues. Lens. Brush. Canvass. Art. If there are words to describe Nikita Boromeo's life---that would be it. But behind the colored pastels in her canvass, there lies the memories she has been trying to conceal. A wealth she didn't ask. The company she never wanted to run. The status that's been chaining her back. With her mother's death and her disdained relationship with her father---for Nikki, life doesn't always work out the way we want them to be. If you truly want something or someone... it could never be yours. Hope? She has long given up on that... But not until... he came. That guy who entered her life uninvitedly. The one who came crashing, when she least expects it, at the right place, but never the right time. There are a lot of possibilities as to why she met him at the most chaotic time in her life. A lot of lingering questions... but never an answer.
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"Sometimes I wonder, in this vast world of billions, is there truly someone meant for me? Or am I destined to be one of the unlucky ones, growing old alone?" I let out a bitter laugh. I watched her, her fingers gently tracing the lines of her sketchpad. It felt like only yesterday I met her, but her quiet presence resonated with a familiarity that felt almost ancient. Was it possible that our souls had known each other for lifetimes? I knew I shouldn't be staring, knew my feelings were wrong, misplaced in this situation, but I couldn't stop the thought from blooming in my mind. If there was someone meant for her, someone destined to share her life, I couldn't help but wish that person was me.

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