Our Painted Future | ON-HOLD
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Last published Sat, Sep 23, 2023
She was the shadow of her sisters in their mother's eyes. She was the hated ex-friend from her crush's eyes. She was an outstanding painter in her teacher's eyes. She was a threat in her colleagues' eyes. She was a bright star in her father's eyes. She was an iconic inspiration in her brother's eyes. And she was a scandal in the public's eyes.
But... even after letting everyone dictate who at what she was, only one person was managed to block those eyes and make her feel like her true self. Only one person looked at her and saw her for who she truly is.
He was the one who brought to life the vision and paintings she had about the love she fantasized. He made her feel alive. But, he is also the one she can't have without being judged.
They complete each other, but together they form a scandal. Will she be able to paint their future or will she drop her tools before even starting. In that dilemma, he will surely wait for her until she sees them and their relationship worth fighting.
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